I ventured to ask if I might leave it on the place.
“Certainly,” said the Captain.
When he had gone I sat down on the bed. Well, it was all over now. Ay, so it was—and Lord have mercy on us all! Nine o'clock; she is up—she is there in the house I can see from this very window. Well, let me get away and have done with it.
I get out my sack and stow away my things, put on my wet jacket over my blouse, and am ready to start. But I sit down again.
Emma comes in: “Værsaagod; there's something ready for you in the kitchen.”
To my horror she had my rug over one arm.
“And Fruen told me to ask if this wasn't your rug.”
“Mine? No; I've got mine here with my things.”
Emma goes off again with the rug.
Well, how could I say it was mine? Devil take the rug!... Should I go down to the kitchen or not? I might be able to say good-bye and thanks at the same time—nothing strange in that.