She went off by train."
"Off to her husband, I suppose?"
But Grindhusen has turned cautious with me; these two days past he has
said never a word, and now he only answers vaguely:
"Ay, that would be it, no doubt. Ay, surely, yes. Why, you might reckon
that out yourself, she would. Her own husband and all...."
"I thought perhaps she might have been going up to her own people at
Kristianssand."
"Why, that might be," says Grindhusen, thinking this a better way. "Lord,
yes, that would be it, of course Just for a visit, like. Well, well,
she'll be home again soon, for sure."
"Did she tell you so?"
"Why, 'twas so I made out. And the Captain's not home himself yet, anyway.
Eh, but she's a rare openhanded one, she is. 'Here's something for food
and drink for yourself and the horses,' she says. 'And here's a little
extra,' she says again. Eh, but there's never her like!"
But to the maids, with whom he felt less fear, Grindhusen had said it
didn't look as if they'd be seeing Fruen back again at all.
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