Part 8 (1/2)

Edwarda was following him with her eyes. I placed myself near her, and said:

”Shall we play '_Enke_' to-day?”

She started slightly, and got up.

”Be careful not to say '_Du_' to each other now,” she whispered.

Now I had not said ”_Du_” at all. I walked away.

Another hour pa.s.sed. The day was getting long; I would have rowed home alone long before if there had been a third boat; aesop lay tied up in the hut, and perhaps he was thinking of me. Edwarda's thoughts must surely be far away from me; she talked of how lovely it would be to travel, and see strange places; her cheeks flushed at the thought, and she even stumbled in her speech:

”No one could be more happier than I the day ...”

”'More happier'...?” said the Doctor.

”What?” said she.

”'More happier.'”

”I don't understand.”

”You said 'more happier,' I think.”

”Did I? I'm sorry. No one could be happier than I the day I stood on board the s.h.i.+p. Sometimes I long for places I do not know myself.”

She longed to be away; she did not think of me. I stood there, and read in her face that she had forgotten me. Well, there was nothing to be said--but I stood there myself and saw it in her face. And the minutes dragged so miserably slowly by! I asked several of the others if we ought not to row back now; it was getting late, I said, and aesop was tied up in the hut. But none of them wanted to go back.

I went over again to the Dean's daughter, for the third time; I thought she must be the one that had said I had eyes like an animal's. We drank together; she had quivering eyes, they were never still; she kept looking at me and then looking away, all the time.

”Froken,” I said, ”do you not think people here in these parts are like the short summer itself? In their feeling, I mean? Beautiful, but lasting only a little while?”

I spoke loudly, very loudly, and I did so on purpose. And I went on speaking loudly, and asked that young lady once more if she would not like to come up one day and see my hut. ”Heaven bless you for it,” I said in my distress, and I was already thinking to myself how, perhaps, I might find something to give her as a present if she came. Perhaps I had nothing to give her but my powder-horn, I thought.

And she promised to come.

Edwarda sat with her face turned away and let me talk as much as I pleased. She listened to what the others said, putting in a word herself now and again. The Doctor told the young ladies' fortunes by their hands, and talked a lot; he himself had small, delicate hands, with a ring on one finger. I felt myself unwanted, and sat down by myself awhile on a stone. It was getting late in the afternoon. Here I am, I said to myself, sitting all alone on a stone, and the only creature that could make me move, she lets me sit. Well, then, I care no more than she.

A great feeling of forsakenness came over me. I could hear them talking behind me, and I heard how Edwarda laughed; and at that I got up suddenly and went over to the party. My excitement ran away with me.

”Just a moment,” I said. ”It occurred to me while I was sitting there that perhaps you might like to see my fly-book.” And I took it out. ”I am sorry I did not think of it before. Just look through it, if you please; I should be only too delighted. You must all see it; there are both red and yellow flies in it.” And I held my cap in my hand as I spoke. I was myself aware that I had taken off my cap, and I knew that this was wrong, so I put it on again at once.

There was deep silence for a moment, and no one offered to take the book. At last the Doctor reached out his hand for it and said politely:

”Thanks very much; let us look at the things. It's always been a marvel to me how those flies were put together.”

”I make them myself,” I said, full of grat.i.tude. And I went on at once to explain how it was done. It was simple enough: I bought the feathers and the hooks. They were not well made, but they were only for my own use. One could get ready-made flies in the shops, and they were beautiful things.

Edwarda cast one careless glance at me and my book, and went on talking with her girl friends.

”Ah, here are some of the feathers,” said the Doctor. ”Look, these are really fine.”