But
why had she not left off that unsteady glance, that flutter of the eyes,
she had fallen into of late? If I were the Captain, now, I would speak to
her about it. And her complexion, too, was not what it had been. There
were some curious little spots about the temples. But what matter? She was
no less pretty for that.
"I'm afraid, though," she went on, "it wasn't my idea at all with the
lovely grey for the house. You must have made a mistake in thinking I said
so."
"Well, then, I can't make it out. But, anyhow, it's no matter; the Captain
himself decided to have it."
"The staircase is simply splendid, and so are the rooms upstairs. It's
twice as bright as before...."
'Twas Fruen herself was trying to be twice as bright and
"Why, yes, Grindhusen, the Captain's wife is married twice as good as
before." I knew that well enough. And she fancied she owed me these little
marks of kindliness, for something or other. Well and good, but now it was
enough. Best let it be.
Autumn drawing on, the scent of the jasmine all importunate down in the
shrubbery, and red and yellow showing up long since on the wooded hills.
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