A simple, ordinary letter, nothing more; indeed, it began almost
jestingly: I had run away from Ovrebo before he knew I was going, and
hadn't even waited for my money. If I imagined he was in difficulties and
would not be able to pay me before the harvest was in--if that was why I
had left in such a hurry, why, he hoped I had found out I was mistaken.
And now he would be very glad if I would come back and work for him if I
wasn't fixed up elsewhere. The house and outbuildings wanted painting,
then there would be the harvesting, and, after that, he would like to have
me for work among the timber. Everything looking well here, fields nice
and tall, meadows nice and thick. Glad to hear as soon as you can in
answer to this,--Yours, FALKENBERG.
The engineer had finished his reckoning. He turned on his chair and looked
over at the wall. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he turned
sharply to the table again. Nervousness, that was all. Fruen stood looking
at her rings, but I had a feeling she was stealthily watching me all the
time--thoroughly nervous, the pair of them!
Then said the engineer:
"Oh, by the way, I noticed your letter was from Captain Falkenberg.
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