“O,” said he, and affected a kind of indifference, “that was only an idea such as one has very often. But it might become a very nice piece. When the curtain is drawn up, one should see close upon the lamps the gable-ends of two houses. The steep roofs must go down to the stage, so that it is only half a yard wide, and this is to represent a watercourse between the two houses. In each garret a poor but interesting family should dwell, and these should step forth into the watercourse, and there the whole piece should be played.”
“But what should then happen?” asked Otto.
“Yes,” said the lover, “I have not thought about that; but see, there is the idea! I am no poet, and have too much to do at the counting-house, otherwise one might write a little piece.”
“Heavens! Heiberg ought to have the idea!” said Grethe.
“No, then it would be a vaudeville,” said the lover, “and I cannot bear them.”
“O, it might be made charming!” cried Grethe. “I see the whole piece! how they clamber about the roofs! The idea is original, thou sweet friend!”
By evening the family were again in Roeskelde.
The merchant sought for Eva. Otto inquired after her, so did Hans Peter also, and all three received the same answer.
“She is no longer here.”