' The
Captain sat a while, shaking his head. 'And it's all your own fault,
really,' Fruen went on, 'the way you drove off with Elisabet that time,
though I came and asked you not to go. It was then it happened. And we'd
been drinking that evening. I didn't quite know what I was doing.' Still,
the Captain said nothing for a while; then at last he said: 'Yes, I ought
not to have gone off like that.' 'No, but you did,' said Fruen, and
started crying again. 'You wouldn't hear a word. And you're always
throwing it in my teeth about Hugo, but you never think of what you've
done yourself.' 'There's just this difference,' says the Captain, 'that
I've never lived with the lady you mention, never been married to her, as
you call it.' Fruen gave a little scornful laugh. 'Never!' said the
Captain, striking the table with his hand. Fruen gave a start, and sat
staring at him. 'Then--I don't understand why you were always running
after her and sitting out in the summer-house and lurking in corners,'
said she.
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