I had not cared much for the little town before, but now it began to interest me; I would gladly have stayed on a while. There were complications arising between two people whom I had been following attentively for some weeks past; something fresh might happen any moment now, there was no saying. I thought of going as apprentice to a blacksmith, just for the sake of staying in the place, but then, if I did, I should be tied to the smithy all day and hampered in my movements altogether; apart from which, the apprenticeship would take too many years of my life. And years were the thing I least of all could spare.
So I let the days pa.s.s, one after another; the weather changed round again to dry, sunny days. I stayed on at the lodging-house, mended my clothes, and got some new ones made at a shop. One of the maids in the house came up one evening and offered to do some mending for me, but I was more in the mood for fooling, and showed her how well I managed the work myself.
"Look at that patch, there, now--and that!" After a while a man came up the stairs and tried the door. "Open, you within!" he said.
"It"s Henrik, one of the lumbermen," said the girl.
"Is he your sweetheart?" I asked.
"No, indeed, I should think not," she answered. "I"d rather go without than have a fellow like him."
"Open the door, d"you hear!" cried the man outside. But the girl was not frightened in the least. "Let him stay outside," she said. And we let him stay outside. But that door of mine bent inwards in a great curve every now and then, when he pushed his hardest.
At last, when we"d finished making fun about my needlework and her sweethearts, I had to go out and see the pa.s.sage was clear before she would venture downstairs. But there was no man there.
It was late now; I went down to the parlour for a bit, and there was Grindhusen drinking with some of the gang. "There he is!" said one of them, as I came in. It was Henrik who spoke; he was trying to get his mates against me. Grindhusen, too, sided with the rest of them, and tried all he could to annoy me.
Poor Grindhusen! He was stale-drunk all the time now, and couldn"t get clear of it. He had had another meeting with Engineer La.s.sen; they had walked up the river as before and sat talking for an hour, and when Grindhusen came back he showed a new two-Kroner piece he"d got. Then he went on the drink again, and gabbled about being in the engineer"s confidence. This evening, too, he was all high-and-mightiness, not to be outdone by anybody.
"Come in and sit down," he said to me.
But one or two of the other men demurred; they would have nothing to do with me. And at this Grindhusen changed front; for sheer devilment he fell to again about the engineer and his cousin, knowing it would annoy me.
"Well, has he turned you off?" he asked, with a side glance at the others, as if to bid them watch what was coming.
"Yes," said I.
"Aha! I knew all about it days ago, but I never said a word. I don"t mind saying I knew about it before any other single soul in the world of us here, but did I ever breathe a word of it? Inspector he says to me: "I want to ask you something, Grindhusen," says he, "and that is, if you"ll come down and work in the town instead of the man I"ve got there now. I want to get rid of him," says he. "Why, as to that," says I, "it"s just as Inspector"s pleased to command." That was my very words, and neither more nor less. But did I ever breathe a syllable?"
"Has he turned you off?" asked one of the other men then.
"Yes," I answered.
"But as for that cousin of his," Grindhusen went on, "he asked me about her, too. Ay, Inspector, he asks my advice about all sorts of things.
And now, this last time we were up the river together, he slapped his knee when he talked of her. So there. And you can guess for yourselves till tomorrow morning if you like. Everything of the best to eat and drink and every way, and costing a heap of money each week; but she stays on and on. Fie and for shame, say I, and I mean it too."
But now it seemed as if the scale had turned in my favour at the news of my dismissal; some of the men perhaps felt sorry for me, others were glad to learn that I was going. One of them offered me a drink from his own bottle, and called to the maid for "another gla.s.s--a clean one, you understand!" Even Henrik no longer bore me any grudge, but drank with me and was friendly enough. And we sat there gossiping over our gla.s.ses quite a while.
"But you"d better go up and see about that money of yours," said Grindhusen. "For from what I"ve heard, I don"t fancy you"ll get the Inspector to come down here with it after you. He said as much. "There"s money owing to him," that was what he said, "but if he thinks I"m going to run after him with it, you can tell him it"s here," he said."
VIII
But the engineer did come down after me, as it turned out, though it was queer it should be so. Anyhow, it was a triumph I had not sought, and I cared nothing for it.
He came to the lodging-house to see me, and said: "I want you to come back with me, if you please, and get your money. And there"s a letter come for you by the post."
When we stepped into the office, Fru Falkenberg was there. I was taken aback at finding her there. I made a bow and stood over by the door.
"Sit down, won"t you?" said the engineer, going to the table for my letter. "Here you are. No, sit down and read your letter while I"m reckoning up your pay."
And Fru Falkenberg herself motioned me to a chair.
Now, what were they looking so anxious about? And what was the meaning of this sudden politeness and "Won"t you sit down?" and all the rest?
I had not to wait long to find out: the letter was from Captain Falkenberg.
"Here, you can use this," said Fruen very obligingly, handing me a letter-opener.
A simple, ordinary letter, nothing more; indeed, it began almost jestingly: I had run away from vreb before he knew I was going, and hadn"t even waited for my money. If I imagined he was in difficulties and would not be able to pay me before the harvest was in--if that was why I had left in such a hurry, why, he hoped I had found out I was mistaken. And now he would be very glad if I would come back and work for him if I wasn"t fixed up elsewhere. The house and outbuildings wanted painting, then there would be the harvesting, and, after that, he would like to have me for work among the timber. Everything looking well here, fields nice and tall, meadows nice and thick. Glad to hear as soon as you can in answer to this,--Yours, FALKENBERG.
The engineer had finished his reckoning. He turned on his chair and looked over at the wall. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he turned sharply to the table again. Nervousness, that was all. Fruen stood looking at her rings, but I had a feeling she was stealthily watching me all the time--thoroughly nervous, the pair of them!
Then said the engineer:
"Oh, by the way, I noticed your letter was from Captain Falkenberg. How are things going there? I knew the writing at once."
"Would you like to read the letter?" I said promptly, offering it as I spoke.
"No--oh no. Thanks, all the same. Not in the least. I was only...."
But he took the letter, all the same. And Fruen came across to him and stood looking over his shoulder as he read.
"H"m!" said the engineer, with a nod. "Everything going on nicely, it seems. Thanks." And he held out the letter to give it back.
Fruen"s manner was different. She took the letter from him and began studying it herself. Her hand shook a little.
"Well, now about the money," said the engineer. "Here you are; that"s what I make it. I hope you"re satisfied all right?"
"Yes, thank you," said I.
He seemed relieved to find that Captain Falkenberg"s letter was only about myself and made no mention of anyone else. And again he tried to soften down my dismissal.
"Well, well," he said. "But if you should happen to be in these parts any time, you know where to find me. We"ve all but finished now for this year--there"s been too much drought just lately."
Fruen was still holding the letter. Then I saw she had finished reading, for her eyes never moved; but she stood there, staring at the letter, thinking. What was in her mind, I wondered?
The engineer glanced at her impatiently.
"Are you learning it by heart?" he said, with a half-smile. "Come, dear, he"s waiting."
"Oh, I beg your pardon," said Fruen quickly. "I forgot." And she handed me the letter.
"So it seems," observed the engineer.
I bowed, and went out.