The affair was coming off in a few days.
The four gentlemen stopped at Irgens's place, drank his brandy, and went
out again. The Attorney was going home; this decision about the studio did
not suit him; he felt slighted. He might decide to stay away altogether.
At any rate, he said good-bye now and went his own way.
"What about you, Irgens--I hope you will join us?"
Irgens did not say no; he did not at all refuse this invitation. To tell
the truth, he was not unduly eager to return to the Grand; this fat artist
vexed him considerably with his familiar manners. However, he might be
able to get away immediately after the dinner was over.
In this desire Tidemand himself unconsciously assisted him; he left as
soon as he had paid the check. He was going somewhere.
III
Tidemand made his way to H. Henriksen's large warehouse on the wharf where
he knew that Ole could be found at this time.
Tidemand had passed thirty and was already getting a little grey around
the temples. He, too, was dark of hair and beard, but his eyes were brown
and had a listless expression. When he was sitting still and silent,
blinking slowly, these heavy lids of his would rise and sink almost as if
they were exhausted by much watching.
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