“You will drive me to it, Cordt.”
He took her hand and held it tight when she tried to draw it away:
“No,” he said. “No, Adelheid. I only want to warn you.”
CHAPTER XVI
The balcony-door was standing open, because they had forgotten to close it. But the weather was mild and there was hardly any wind. Now and again, a yellow leaf fell somewhere or other from the baluster. It began to grow dusk.
Fru Adelheid sat with her head in her hands and stared out before her.
Cordt’s words kept ringing in her ears. She did not think either that Finn was as he used to be. He was restless, could not sit still, talked more than usual:
“Wherever I went, I found the fountain outside,” he said. “It followed me throughout my journey. There was not a rushing noise so strong but the fountain sounded through it nor a night so still but it came rippling and sang me home again to the old room.... I wonder, did one of the owners of this house set it up?” he asked.