In the evening the lumberman gave him
_Brandevin_, and the spirit loosened his tongue. What about this
cousin, or something, engineer has got with him? How much longer was she
going to stay? As to this, nobody could say; and, anyhow, why shouldn't
she stay? "'Tis naught but fooling and trouble with such-like cousin
business," Grindhusen declared. "Why couldn't he bring along the girl he's
going to marry?--and I told him so to his face."
"You told him?" asked one of the men.
"Ay, I did that. You may not know it, but engineer and I we sit there
talking as it might be me and you," said Grindhusen, looking mighty big
and proud. "What do you suppose he sent to fetch me for? You'd never guess
if you sat there all night. Why, he sent for me just to have a talk over
things. Not that there's anything new or strange about that; he's done the
same before now; but, anyhow, that's what it was."
"What'd he want to talk to you about?" asked one.
Grindhusen swelled, and was not to be drawn at once.
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