Then Falkenberg declares it's like losing part of himself to have me go.

If it wasn't for Emma, he'd break his word to the Captain after all.

"Here," he says, "I'll give you these."

"What's that?"

"It's the certificates. I shan't want them now, but they may be the saving of you at a pinch. If you ever wanted to tune a piano, say."

And he hands me the papers and the key.

But, seeing I haven't his ear for music, the things are no use to me; and I tell him so. I could better handle a grindstone than a piano.

Whereat Falkenberg burst out laughing, relieved to find me ready with a jest to the last....

Falkenberg goes out. I have time to laze a little, and lie down all dressed on the bed, resting and thinking. Well, our work was at an end; we should have had to go anyhow. I could not reckon on staying here for all eternity. The only thing outside all calculation was that Falkenberg should stay. If only it had been me they'd offered his work, I'd have worked enough for two! Now, was there any chance of buying him off, I wondered? To tell the truth, I fancied I had noticed something before; as if the Captain were not altogether pleased to have this labourer about the place bearing his own name. Well, perhaps I had been wrong.

I thought and thought. After all, I had been a good workman, as far as I knew, and I had never stolen a moment of the Captain's time for work on my own invention....

I fell asleep again, and wakened at the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Before I had time to get properly to my feet, there was the Captain himself in the doorway.

"Don't get up," he said kindly, and turned as if to go again. "Still, seeing you're awake, we might settle up. What do you say?"

I said it was as he pleased, and many thanks.

"I ought to tell you, though, both your friend and I thought you were going to take service at the vicarage, and so.... And now the weather's broken up, there's no doing more among the timber--and, besides, we've got down all there was to come. Well, now; I've settled with the other man. I don't know if you'd...."

I said I would be quite content with the same.

"H'm! Your friend and I agreed you ought to have more per day."

Falkenberg had said no word of this to me; it sounded like the Captain's own idea.

"I agreed with him we should share alike," said I.

"But you were sort of foreman; of course, you ought to have fifty re per day extra."

I saw my hesitation displeased him, and let him reckon it out as he pleased. When he gave me the money, I said it was more than I had reckoned with. The Captain answered:

"Very pleased to hear it. And I've written a few lines here that might be useful, saying you've worked well the time you were here."

He handed me the paper.

A just and kindly man, the Captain. He said nothing now about the idea of laying on water to the house next spring; I took it he'd his reasons for that, and did not like to trouble him.

Then he asked:

"So you're going off now to work on the railway?"

I said I was not quite sure as to that.

"Well, well... anyhow, thanks for the time you've been with us."

He moved towards the door. And I, miserable weakling that I was, could not hold myself in check, but asked:

"You won't be having any work for me later on, perhaps, in the spring?"

"I don't know; we shall see. I ... well, it all depends. If you should happen to be anywhere near, why.... What about that machine of yours?"

I ventured to ask if I might leave it on the place.

"Certainly," said the Captain.

When he had gone I sat down on the bed. Well, it was all over now. Ay, so it was--and Lord have mercy on us all! Nine o'clock; she is up--she is there in the house I can see from this very window. Well, let me get away and have done with it.

I get out my sack and stow away my things, put on my wet jacket over my blouse, and am ready to start. But I sit down again.

Emma comes in: "_VaersaaG.o.d_; there's something ready for you in the kitchen."

To my horror she had my rug over one arm.

"And Fruen told me to ask if this wasn't your rug."

"Mine? No; I've got mine here with my things."

Emma goes off again with the rug.

Well, how could I say it was mine? Devil take the rug!... Should I go down to the kitchen or not? I might be able to say good-bye and thanks at the same time--nothing strange in that.

Emma came in again with the rug and laid it down neatly folded on a stool.

"If you don't hurry up, the coffee'll be cold," she says.

"What did you put that rug there for?"

"Fruen told me to."

"Oh, well, perhaps it's Falkenberg's," I muttered.

Emma asks:

"Are you going away now for good?"

"Yes, seeing you won't have anything to do with me."

"You!" says Emma, with a toss of her head.

I went down with Emma to the kitchen; sitting at table, I saw the Captain going out to the woods. Good he was gone--now, perhaps, Fruen might come out.