“You are pleased to be witty,” I said. “I never gave your boatman five
_daler_ at all.”
“Oh, didn't you?” She opened the door to the kitchen, and called the
boatmen in. “Jakob, you remember the day you rowed us out to
Korholmerne, and you picked up my shoe when it fell into the water?”
“Yes,” answered Jakob.
“And you were given five _daler_ for saving it?”
“Yes, you gave me...”
“Thanks, that will do, you can go.”
Now what did she mean by that trick? I thought she was trying to shame
me. She should not succeed; I was not going to have that to blush for.
And I said loudly and distinctly:
“I must point out to all here that this is either a mistake or a lie. I
have never so much as thought of giving the boatman five _daler_
for your shoe. I ought to have done so, perhaps, but up to now it has
not been done.”
“Whereupon we shall continue the dance,” she said, frowning. “Why aren't
we dancing?”
“She owes me an explanation of this,” I said to myself, and watched for
an opportunity to speak with her. She went into a side room, and I
followed her.
“_Skaal_,” I said, and lifted a glass to drink with her.
“I have nothing in my glass,” she answered shortly.
But her glass was standing in front of her, quite full.
“I thought that was your glass.”
“No, it is not mine,” she answered, and turned away, and was in deep
conversation with someone else.
“I beg your pardon then,” said I.
Several of the guests had noticed this little scene.
My heart was hissing within me. I said offendedly: “But at least you owe
me an explanation...”
She rose, took both my hands, and said earnestly:
“But not to-day; not now. I am so miserable. Heavens, how you look at
me. We were friends once...”
Overwhelmed, I turned right about, and went in to the dancers again.
A little after, Edwarda herself came in and took up her place by the
piano, at which the travelling man was seated, playing a dance; her face
at that moment was full of inward pain.
“I have never learned to play,” she said, looking at me with dark eyes.
“If I only could!”
I could make no answer to this. But my heart flew out towards her once
more, and I asked:
“Why are you so unhappy all at once, Edwarda? If you knew how it hurts
me to see--”
“I don't know what it is,” she said. “Everything, perhaps. I wish all
these people would go away at once, all of them. No, not you--remember,
you must stay till the last.”
And again her words revived me, and my eyes saw the light in the
sun-filled room. The Dean's daughter came over, and began talking to me;
I wished her ever so far away, and gave her short answers. And I
purposely kept from looking at her, for she had said that about my eyes
being like an animal's. She turned to Edwarda and told her that once,
somewhere abroad--in Riga I think it was--a man had followed her along
the street.
“Kept walking after me, street after street, and smiling across at me,”
she said.
“Why, was he blind, then?” I broke in, thinking to please Edwarda. And I
shrugged my shoulders as well.
The young lady understood my coarseness at once, and answered:
“He must have been blind indeed, to run after any one so old and ugly as
I am.”
But I gained no thanks from Edwarda for that: she drew her friend away;
they whispered together and shook their heads. After that, I was left
altogether to myself.
Another hour passed. The seabirds began to wake out on the reefs; their
cries sounded in through the open windows. A spasm of joy went through
me at this first calling of the birds, and I longed to be out there on
the islands myself...
The Doctor, once more in good humor, drew the attention of all present.
The ladies were never tired of his society. Is that thing there my
rival? I thought, noting his lame leg and miserable figure. He had taken
to a new and amusing oath: he said _Död og Pinsel_, [Footnote: A
slight variation of the usual Död og Pine (death and torture).] and
every time he used that comical expression I laughed aloud. In my misery
I wished to give the fellow every advantage I could, since he was my
rival. I let it be “Doctor” here and “Doctor” there, and called out
myself: “Listen to the Doctor!” and laughed aloud at the things he said.
“I love this world,” said the Doctor. “I cling to life tooth and nail.
And when I come to die, then I hope to find a corner somewhere straight
up over London and Paris, where I can hear the rumble of the human
cancan all the time, all the time.”
“Splendid!” I cried, and choked with laughter, though I was not in the
least bit drunk.
Edwarda too seemed delighted.
When the guests began to go, I slipped away into the little room at the
side and sat down to wait. I heard one after another saying good-bye on
the stairs; the Doctor also took his leave and went. Soon all the voices
had died away. My heart beat violently as I waited.
Edwarda came in again. At sight of me she stood a moment in surprise;
then she said with a smile:
“Oh, are you there? It was kind of you to wait till the last. I am tired
out now.”
She remained standing.
I got up then, and said: “You will be wanting rest now. I hope you are
not displeased any more, Edwarda. You were so unhappy a while back, and
it hurt me.”
“It will be all right when I have slept.”