So here I am once more in the crush and noise of a city, with its
newspapers and people. I have been away from all this for many months
now, and find it not unpleasant. I spend a morning taking it all in; get
hold of some other clothes, and set off to find Frøken Elisabeth at her
address. She was staying with some relatives.
And now--should I be lucky enough to meet the other one? I am restless
as a boy. My hands are vulgarly unused to gloves, and I pull them off;
then going up the step I notice that my hands do not go at all well with
the clothes I am wearing, and I put on my gloves again. Then I ring the
bell.
“Frøken Elisabeth? Yes, would you wait a moment?”
Frøken Elisabeth comes out. “_Goddag_. You wished to speak to.... Oh, is
it you?”