Grindhusen would about have had time to get back, I
thought; but why had he pulled up in front of the steps to the house?
I went into the kitchen. The maids came towards me; Fruen was in the
carriage, they said; 'she had come back once again. She had just been to
the station, but now she was going there again. Could I make out what was
the matter with her, now?
"Nervous, I expect," said I. "Where's Nils?"
"Up in the woods. Said he'd be away some time. There's only us here now,
and we can't say more to her than we have."
"And where's Grindhusen?"
"Changing the horses again. And Fruen's sitting there in the carriage and
won't get out. You go and speak to her."
"Oh, well, there's no great harm in her driving about a bit. Don't worry
about that."
I went out to the carriage, my heart beating fast. How miserable and
desperate she must be! I opened the carriage door, and asked respectfully
if Fruen would let me drive this time.
She looked me calmly in the face. "No. What for?" she said.
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