After a while I heard Fru Falkenberg's voice outside in front of the
house; my window was open, and she spoke loudly enough. The engineer was
with her, putting in a word now and again. Fruen was in raptures over the
weather, so fine it was, and such a warm night. Oh, it was lovely out
now--ever so much nicer than indoors!
But her voice seemed a trifle less clear now than before.
I ran to the window, and saw the pair of them standing by the steps that
led down to the shrubbery. The engineer seemed to have something on his
mind that he had not been able to get said before. "Do listen to me now,"
he said. Then followed a brief and earnest pleading, which was answered--
ay, and rewarded. He spoke as if to one hard of hearing, because she had
been deaf to his words so long; they stood there by the stone steps,
neither of them caring for any one else in the world. Let any listen or
watch who pleased; the night was theirs, the world was theirs, and the
spring-time was about them, drawing them together.
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