It seemed, however, that none of my clever theories was to be confirmed.
It was me she wanted to see, and that only to make a sort of apology for
getting me dismissed. That she should ever care about such a trifle! Was
she so incapable of thinking seriously that she could not see what a
miserable position she herself was in? What in the devil's name had she to
do with my affairs?
I had thought to say a brief word or so and point to the train, but
something made me gentle, as if I were dealing with an irresponsible, a
child.
"You'll be going back to Ovrebo now, I suppose?" she said. "And I thought
I'd like.... H'm!... You're sorry to be leaving here, perhaps? No? No, no,
of course not. But I must tell you something: It was I that got you
dismissed."
"It doesn't matter."
"No, no. Only, I wanted to tell you. Now that you're going back to Ovrebo.
You can understand it was a little unpleasant for me at times to...."
She checked herself.
"To have me about the place. Yes, it would be unpleasant.
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