“It was strange, mother ... out there, on my journey, ever so many times I had a feeling that I came upon father. Wherever I went, I would suddenly hear his voice ... then he would be close to me, I walked with him, regulated my step by his and talked to him.”
He laid his head back in his chair and closed his eyes:
“Often it was as if he had been where I came and prepared everything for me, so that I saw him in every corner. Sometimes I felt that I must put off my departure until he came.”
“And did he come?”
“Always. Wasn’t that strange?”
“Yes.”
Fru Adelheid thought the sound of his voice was different from ordinary. He did not look at her, as he was used to do ... his thoughts were not with her.
“Where were you and father to-day?” she asked.
“We went out into the woods ... a long way out. Father was silent, but not so bored as at home. It was so lovely out there ... and so strange. One could hardly see a thing ... for the leaves falling.”
“Yes,” said Fru Adelheid.