Here's Grindhusen coming; won't you let me
tell him you're not going after all?"
She softened at this, and sat thinking for a little. Then she said:
"You must be making a mistake altogether, I think. I am going to the
station to meet the Captain. He didn't come the first day, or yesterday
either, but he's sure to come some time. I'm driving over to meet him."
"Oh!"
"There you are. Now go. Is Grindhusen there?"
It was like a slap in the face for me. She was right; it sounded so
natural--oh, I had made a fool of myself again!
"Yes, here he is," I answered. There was no more to be said.
And I put on my cap again, and helped Grindhusen myself with the harness.
So confused and shamed was I that I did not even ask pardon, but only
fretted this way and that way seeing to buckles and straps.
"You are driving then, Grindhusen?" called Fruen from the carriage.
"Me? Yes, surely," he answered.
Fruen pulled the door to with a bang, and the carriage drove off.
* * * * *
"Has she gone?" asked the maids, clasping their hands.
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