"No," said she.
Inger made up a big parcel of food at once, and Isak woke while it was yet night, and got ready to start. Inger went out on the door-slab to see him off; she did not cry or complain, but only said:
"They may be coming for me now any day."
"You don't know when?"
"No, I can't say. And I don't suppose it will be just yet, but anyhow…. If only you could get hold of Geissler, perhaps he might be able to say something."
What could Geissler do to help them now? Nothing. But Isak went.
Inger—oh, she knew, no doubt, more than she had been willing to say. It might be, too, that she herself had sent for Oline. When Isak came from Sweden, Inger was gone and Oline was there with the two children.
It was dark news for a homecoming. Isak's voice was louder than usual as he asked: "Is she gone?"
"Ay," said Oline.
"What day was it?"