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JENNY

"About what?"

"About Helge, of course. Tell me what he looks like to the girl who loves him. You are no ordinary girl either—you are an artist—and I believe you are intelligent and good. Will you not tell me how you came to like him—what it was that made you choose him?"

"Well," she said laughingly—"it is not so easy to say—we just got fond of each other."

He laughed too. "Well, it was a stupid question, I admit. One would say I had quite forgotten what it was to be young and in love, don't you think?"

"Don't you think!—Helge says that so often, too. It was one of the things that made me like him. He was so young. I saw that he was very reserved, but gradually thawed a good deal."

"I can understand he would—to you. Tell me more! Oh, but don't look so frightened. I don't mean that you should tell me the whole story. Only tell me something about yourself and about Helge, about your work—and about Rome. I am an old man. I want to feel again what it is like to be an artist—and free. To work at the only thing you care for—to be young—and in love—and happy."


He stayed for two hours. When he was ready to go and stood with his hat in his hand, he said in a low voice: "It is no use trying to hide from you the state of things at home. When we meet there, it would be better if we pretended not to have met before. I don't wish Helge's mother to know that I have made your acquaintance in this way—for your sake, so as not to expose you to any disagreeable, malicious words from her. It is enough for her to know that I like somebody—especially if it is a woman—to turn her against them. You think it strange, I am sure, but you understand, don't you?"