“You're really good-hearted, you know. Fru Falkenberg would never have
done a thing like that.”
“No; but then she's older. Did you think we were the same age?”
“Does Fru Falkenberg say she doesn't _want_ to be fond of anybody?”
“Yes. Oh no ... bother, I don't know. Fru Falkenberg's married, of
course; she doesn't say anything. Now talk to me again a little.... Yes,
and do you remember the time we went up to the store to buy things, you
know? And I kept walking slower and slower for you to catch up....”
“Yes ... that was nice of you. And now I'll do something for you in
return.”
I rose from my seat, and walked across to where young Bewer sat, and
asked if he would not care to join us at our table. I brought him along;
Frøken Elisabeth flushed hotly as he came up. Then I talked those two
young people well together, which done, I suddenly remembered I had some
business to do, and must go off at once. “I'm ever so sorry to leave
just now. Frøken Elisabeth, I'm afraid you've turned my head, bewitched
me completely; but I realize it's hopeless to think of it. It's a marvel
to me, by the way....”