Fruen's hand, and postmarked Kristianssand. I hurried back, laid the
letter in among the rest of the post, and handed the whole bundle to the
Captain outside the house. He took it with a careless word of thanks,
showing no eagerness to see what there was; he was used to being
disappointed.
"Corn coming in everywhere, I suppose?" he asked casually, glancing at the
letters one after another. "What was the road like? All right?" While I
was telling him, he came upon Fruen's letter, and at once packing up the
whole bundle together, he turned to me with a sudden intensified interest
in other people's crops and the state of the roads. Keeping himself well
in hand; he was not going to show feeling openly. He nodded as he walked
off, and said "Thank you" once more.
Next day the Captain came out and washed and greased the carriage himself.
But it was two days more before he used it. We were sitting at supper one
evening when the Captain came into the kitchen and said he wanted some one
to drive him to the station tomorrow.
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