Remember, in a little place like this--and she ... how
_could_ she understand it? A little place--yes, but surely it was no
smaller now than it had been at first? No, no, my friend, it is you that
have changed!
* * * * *
There had been plenty of rain, and the timber was coming down beautifully.
Nevertheless, the engineer took to going off on little trips up or down
the river. It seemed as if he were glad to get away; he looked worried and
miserable altogether now.
One day he asked me to go up and tell Grindhusen to come in to town. Was
it Grindhusen, I wondered, that was to be dismissed? But Fruen had never
so much as set eyes on Grindhusen since she came; what could he have done
to offend her?
I fetched Grindhusen in accordingly. He went up to the hotel at once to
report, and the engineer put on his things and went out with him. They set
out up the river and disappeared.
Later in the day Grindhusen came to my lodging, and was ready enough to
tell, but I asked him nothing.
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