"
"Oh yes, you know! Yes, of course. He's good enough, I dare say. H'm! I
wonder, now, if the Inspector down on the river mightn't have some little
scrap of a job in my line. He's a man with plenty of money, is the
Inspector."
I saw the Captain at eight o'clock, and talked with him a while; then a
couple of neighbours came to call--offering sympathy in his bereavement,
no doubt. The Captain looked fatigued, but he was not a broken man by any
means; his manner was firm and steady enough. He spoke to me a little
about a plan he had in mind for a big drying-house for hay and corn.
No more of things awry now, Ovrebo, no more emotion, no soul gone off the
rails. I thought of it almost with sadness. No one to stick up impertinent
photographs on the piano, but no one to play on that piano, either; dumb
now, it stands, since the last note sounded. No, for Fru Falkenberg is not
here now; she can do no more hurt to herself or any other. Nothing of all
that used to be here now. Remains, then, to be seen if all will be flowers
and joy at Ovrebo hereafter.
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