Ole might
be able to hold her; he was tall and blue-eyed--perhaps she even preferred
him?
"Ole?" he said. "I do not care in the least what he would say. Ole does
not exist for me; it is you I love."
She seemed startled for the first time; she frowned a little and began to
walk away.
"This is too contemptible!" she said. "I wish you hadn't said that. So it
is me you love? Well, don't tell me any more about it."
"Miss Aagot--one word only. Don't you care the least little bit for me?"
He had seized her arm; she had to look at him. He was too violent; he did
not control himself as he had promised; he was not very handsome now.
She answered: "I love Ole; I hope you understand that."
The sun sank deeper. People had left the island; only an occasional late
straggler was still seen walking along the road toward the city. Irgens
did not ask questions any more; he spoke only when necessary. Aagot tried
in vain to start a conversation; she had all she could do to keep her
heart under control.
When they were in the boat again he said: "Perhaps you would have
preferred to drive back alone? I may be able to find a hackman for you, if
you like.
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