“Well, won't you sing some more now? Do.”
And Falkenberg sang.
The end of it'll be he'll be asked right into the parlour one evening, I thought to myself, with Fruen—to play for him. I said:
“Beg pardon, but won't the Captain be coming home soon?”
“Yes, soon,” answered Fruen. “Why do you ask?'
“I was only thinking about the work.”
“Have you felled all the trees that were marked?”
“No, not yet—no, not by a long way. But....”
“Oh....” said Fruen suddenly, as if she had just thought of something. “You must have some money. Yes, of course....”
I grasped at that to save myself, and answered: