"But I'll go over there, by all means, if you can't
bear the sight of me here."
It was too dreadful to hear them going on like this. I must have frowned
unconsciously--shown some such feeling. Then, suddenly remembering that
for certain reasons I was to be cold as ice, I frowned the more.
Freun looked straight at me and said:
"What are you scowling at?"
"Scowling, eh?" says the Captain, joining in, with a forced laugh.
Fruen takes him up on the instant.
"Ah! you managed to hear that time!"
"Really, Lovise...."
Fruen's eyes dimmed suddenly; she stood a moment then ran, stooping
forward, round behind the frames, and sobbed.
The Captain went over to her. "What is it, Lovise, tell me?"
"Oh, nothing, nothing! Go away."
She was sick; we could hear it. And moaning and saying: "Heaven help me!"
"My wife's not very well just now," says the Captain to me. "We can't make
out what it is."
"There's sickness in the neighbourhood," I suggested, for something to
say.
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