“If she comes out again this evening,” Falkenberg would say up in the woods, “I'll sing that one about the poppy. I'd forgotten that.”
“You've forgotten Emma, too, haven't you?” I ask.
“Emma? Look here, I'll tell you what it is: you're just the same as ever, that's what you are.”
“Ho, am I?”
“Yes; inside, I mean. You wouldn't mind taking Emma right there, with Fruen looking on. But I couldn't do that.”
“That's a lie!” I answered angrily. “You won't see me tangled up in any foolery with the girls as long as I am here.”
“Ah, and I shan't be out at nights with any one after. Think she'll come this evening? I'd forgotten that one about the poppy till now. Just listen.”
Falkenberg sang the Poppy Song.
“You're lucky, being able to sing like that,” I said. “But there's neither of us'll get her, for all that.”
“Get her! Why, whoever thought.... What a fool you are!”