A long night--oh, how long were those hours! Now, when I ought to sleep
and stretch myself and feel refreshed, I could not. Day dawned, and I
got up. After a long ramble through the streets I came back home again,
and slept.
Hours pass. When I awake and come to my senses, I hurry anxiously to the
telephone to ask if Fruen had left.
No, Fruen had not left.
Thank Heaven then, it seemed she did not wish to run away from me; she
must have had my letter long since. No; I had called at an awkward hour
the evening before, that was all.
I had something to eat, lay down, and slept again. When I woke it was
past noon. I stumble in to the telephone again and ring up as before.
No, Fruen had not left yet. But her things were packed. She was out just
now.
I got ready at once, and hurried round to Raadhusgaten to stand on
watch. In the course of half an hour I saw a number of people pass in
and out, not the one I sought. It was five o'clock now, and I went in
and spoke to the porter.
Fruen was gone.
Gone?
“Was it you that rang up? She came just at that moment and took her
things. But I've a letter here.”