Part 17 (2/2)

Didst thou hear it, say?

Cast the thought away; Look on me as one forsaken.

”Oh, good-night! good-night!

Dreams of eyes so bright, Hold me now in soft embraces, But that wily word, Which thou thought'st unheard, Leaves in me of love no traces.

”I my window close, But in sweet repose Songs from thee I hear returning; Calling me they smile, And my thoughts beguile,-- Must I e'er for thee be yearning?”

CHAPTER XII.

Several years have pa.s.sed since the last scene.

It is well on in the autumn. The school-master comes walking up to Nordistuen, opens the outer door, finds no one at home, opens another, finds no one at home; and thus he keeps on until he reaches the innermost room in the long building. There Ole Nordistuen is sitting alone, by the side of his bed, his eyes fixed on his hands.

The school-master salutes him, and receives a greeting in return; he finds a stool, and seats himself in front of Ole.

”You have sent for me,” he says.

”I have.”

The school-master takes a fresh quid of tobacco, glances around the room, picks up a book that is lying on the bench, and turns over the leaves.

”What did you want of me?”

”I was just sitting here thinking it over.”

The school-master gives himself plenty of time, searches for his spectacles in order to read the t.i.tle of the book, wipes them and puts them on.

”You are growing old, now, Ole.”

”Yes, it was about that I wanted to talk with you. I am tottering downward; I will soon rest in the grave.”

”You must see to it that you rest well there, Ole.”

He closes the book and sits looking at the binding.

”That is a good book you are holding in your hands.”

”It is not bad. How often have you gone beyond the cover, Ole?”

”Why, of late, I”--

The school-master lays aside the book and puts away his spectacles.

”Things are not going as you wish to have them, Ole?”

”They have not done so as far back as I can remember.”

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