“She used to sing that. Do you know if she was happy, mother?”
“She was often sad,” said Fru Adelheid. “And, when she was sad, she sang.”
She put down the sheet and took up the first music-book that came to hand, but threw it aside, as though it had burnt her fingers.
It was the Lenore songs, which she had sung to Cordt.
She rose and went back to her place beside Finn. Then she sprang up and stood with her arms crossed on her breast and sat down again and stared with great eyes through the window:
“Finn ... if I sang it to you ... would you recognize the ... the song you heard when Marie carried you down...?”
He woke from his dream and looked at her in surprise:
“The song ... no ... I should not. Why, do you remember it?”
“No,” said Fru Adelheid.
They long sat silent. Twilight fell and it grew dark in the room.