“Ah! you managed to hear that time!”
“Really, Lovise....”
Fruen's eyes dimmed suddenly; she stood a moment then ran, stooping forward, round behind the frames, and sobbed.
The Captain went over to her. “What is it, Lovise, tell me?”
“Oh, nothing, nothing! Go away.”
She was sick; we could hear it. And moaning and saying: “Heaven help me!”
“My wife's not very well just now,” says the Captain to me. “We can't make out what it is.”
“There's sickness in the neighbourhood,” I suggested, for something to say. “Sort of autumn fever. I heard about it up at the post office.”
“Is there, though? Why, there you are, Lovise,” he calls out. “There's some sort of fever about, it seems. That's all it is.”
Fruen made no answer.