I stood up straight again the moment I saw she was displeased, but it was
too late. She was just as kind as ever, but she had grown suspicious and
easily hurt with all her trouble, and found rudeness in what was merely
awkwardness of mine.
"Well, well," she said, "I hope you find yourself as comfortable now at
Ovrebo as before."
And she nodded and walked away.
* * * * *
Some days passed. The Captain had not come back, but he had sent a post
card, with a kind message, to Fruen: he hoped to be home again next week.
He was also sending pipes, taps, and cement for the water supply.
Fruen showed me that card. "Here," she said, "the Captain has sent these
things for your work. You had better get them down from the station."
We stood there together, looking at the card; mid-day it was, and we were
just outside the house. I can't say how it was, but I was standing there
quite close to her, with my head bent in towards hers, and it made me feel
happy all through.
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