" "Thanks, thanks. But aren't you ever coming over to
us at Nedrebo?" "Oh, I? Of course--yes. I'd walk down with you now if it
weren't so late." "Well, tomorrow, then?" "Yes, perhaps I might come over
tomorrow.--Oh, is that you?" This was to Ragnhild, who had come down with
a shawl. "Oh, what an idea!--did you think I should catch cold?"
Altogether things were looking brighter now at Ovrebo; we no longer felt
that shadow of uneasiness over us all. Grindhusen and I worked away at our
famous reservoir, and Lars was getting on farther every day with his
trench. Seeing the Captain was away, I wanted to make the most of the
time, and perhaps have the work nearly done by the time he came back; it
would be a grand thing if we could get it finished altogether! He would be
all the better for a pleasant little surprise, for--yes, there had been
something of a scene the night before he left. Some new reminder, no
doubt, of the trouble that had come upon his house; a book, perhaps, still
unburnt, lying about in Fruen's room.
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