"Grindhusen might be a little done up, perhaps--I don't know...."
"He promised to drive," she said. "And he's not done up. Isn't he nearly
ready?"
"I can't see him," I answered.
"Shut the door again, and tell him to come," she commanded, wrapping
herself more closely as she spoke.
I went over to the stables. Grindhusen was harnessing a fresh pair of
horses.
"What's all this?" I asked. "Going off again, are you?"
"Yes--that is, I thought so," said Grindhusen, stopping for a moment as if
in doubt.
"It looks queer. Where's Fruen going to, do you know?"
"No. She wanted to drive back again last night as soon as we got to the
station, but I told her that it was too much for either of us to drive
back then. So she slept at the hotel. But this morning it was home again,
if you please. And now she wants to go to the station again, she says. I
don't know, I'm sure...."
Grindhusen goes on harnessing up.
"Fruen said you were to make haste," I said.
"All right, I'm coming.
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