I was given a room in the main building, because it was too cold to sleep in the barn. And when all the household had gone to rest that night, and everything was quiet, came Fruen to my room with the parcel, and said:
“Excuse my coming so late. But I thought you might be going early to-morrow morning before I was up.”
XXXIII
So here I am once more in the crush and noise of a city, with its newspapers and people. I have been away from all this for many months now, and find it not unpleasant. I spend a morning taking it all in; get hold of some other clothes, and set off to find Frøken Elisabeth at her address. She was staying with some relatives.
And now—should I be lucky enough to meet the other one? I am restless as a boy. My hands are vulgarly unused to gloves, and I pull them off; then going up the step I notice that my hands do not go at all well with the clothes I am wearing, and I put on my gloves again. Then I ring the bell.
“Frøken Elisabeth? Yes, would you wait a moment?”
Frøken Elisabeth comes out. “Goddag. You wished to speak to.... Oh, is it you?”
I had brought a parcel from her mother. Værsaagod.