A few days later.
The weather has grown warm, my window is open, my door to the living room is open, all is still; I stand at the window looking out.
A man entered the courtyard carrying an unshapely burden. I could not see his face very well, but thought it was Nikolai carrying something, so I went back to my table to work again.
A little later I heard someone say "Good morning" in the living room.
Fru Ingeborg did not return the greeting. Instead, I heard her ask in loud, hostile tones:
"What do you want?"
"I've come to pay you a visit."
"My husband isn't in--he's in the field."
"Never mind."