One morning I came back with the porter from the station; he had picked up
a traveller with a heap of luggage, and had to take horse and cart to
fetch the heavy grey trunks.
I had helped him to get them loaded up at the station, and now, as we
pulled up at the hotel, he said: "You might lend a hand getting these
things in; I'll stand you a bottle of beer this evening."
So we carried in the trunks together. They were to be taken up at once to
the big luggage-room upstairs; the owner was waiting for them. It was an
easy job for the two of us big, strong fellows both.
We had got them up all but one--that was still in the cart--when the
porter was called back upstairs; the traveller was giving him instructions
about something or other. Meantime, I went out, and waited in the passage;
I did not belong to the place, and did not want to be seen hanging about
on the stairs by myself.
Just then the door of Engineer Lassen's office opened, and he and Fru
Falkenberg came out. They looked as if they had just got up; they had no
hats on; just going down to breakfast, no doubt.
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