perhaps you are right. Then we part here … it has got late. Good-night, then, Hansine! But to-morrow I shall come to you; then we will have a good talk together."
She was turning to leave him, when, with a beseeching voice, he called her back.
"You won't leave me without saying 'good-bye,' will you?"
She turned round and gave him her hand mechanically. He took it in both his and pressed it tenderly to his lips. Then her tears and despair broke out afresh; she turned quickly and hurried away.
He stood a moment irresolute. Was he really to leave her like this.
He followed her.
"Hansine,… had I not better go with you."
"No, no," she said passionately, and stamped her foot.
He did not understand her, but he followed no further.
"Well, then, I will come to-morrow," he called after her, "and then I shall see a smile on your face again, shall I not?"
She did not answer, he only heard her inconsolable sobs, while, almost running, she disappeared over the hills. When Emanuel turned back to the beach a few minutes later, he was disagreeably surprised to see a man in a light overcoat, standing a little way off leaning on a stick. He immediately recognised Johansen, and
