I called to mind how six years before we had
stood in just that same way reading a telegram the Captain had sent her.
Did she find pleasure in situations of that sort, and go out of her way to
seek them?
Next time I saw her there was no trace of any embarassment in her manner--
she was kind and cold. So I had to let it drop altogether. And, anyhow,
what did I want with her at all? No, indeed!
Some visitors came to see her one day--a neighbour's wife, with her
daughter. They had heard, no doubt, that the Captain was away, and thought
she might be glad of a little society; or perhaps they had come out of
curiosity. They were well received; Fru Falkenberg was amiable as ever,
and even played the piano for them. When they left, she went with them
down to the road, talking sensibly of practical affairs, though she might
well have had other things in her head than coops and killing pigs. Oh,
she was full of kindly interest in it all! "Come again soon--or you, at
any rate, Sofie....
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