Emma came in again with the rug and laid it down neatly folded on a stool.
“If you don't hurry up, the coffee'll be cold,” she says.
“What did you put that rug there for?”
“Fruen told me to.”
“Oh, well, perhaps it's Falkenberg's,” I muttered.
Emma asks:
“Are you going away now for good?”
“Yes, seeing you won't have anything to do with me.”
“You!” says Emma, with a toss of her head.
I went down with Emma to the kitchen; sitting at table, I saw the Captain going out to the woods. Good he was gone—now, perhaps, Fruen might come out.