"Isn't she? I am glad you think so. I am sure you will like her." They walked on. "I want to congratulate you!" said Tidemand and stopped again. "Thanks!" Ole added a moment afterward: "Yes, I thank you. I may as well tell you that it _is_ really decided, practically, that is. I am going up to bring her to town with me." They had almost reached the Railway Square when Tidemand suddenly stared straight ahead and whispered: "But isn't that my wife there ahead of us?" "Yes; so it is," whispered Ole. "I have noticed this lady ahead of us a long while; it is only now I see who it is." Mrs. Hanka walked home alone; the Journalist had not accompanied her at all. "Thank God!" exclaimed Tidemand involuntarily. "She told me she had an escort, and now she goes home all alone. Isn't she a darling? She is going straight home. But tell me--why did she say she had an escort?" "Oh, you mustn't take such things too literally," answered Ole. "She probably did not want anybody to go with her, neither you nor I nor anybody else. Couldn't she feel that way inclined, perhaps? Young ladies have their moods, just like you or me." "Of course, that is perfectly true." Tidemand accepted this explanation. He was happy because his wife was alone and was making straight for home. He said, nervously glad: "Do you know, to judge by a few words I had with her this evening it seems as if things were coming around more and more. She even asked about the business, about the Russian customs duty; honest, she wanted to know everything about Fürst. You should have seen how delighted she was because business is looking up again. We spoke about our summer vacation, our country house. Yes, it is getting a little better every day." "There you are--didn't I tell you? It certainly would be a pity otherwise." Pause. "There is something I am at a loss to explain, though," continued Tidemand, worried again. "Here lately she has been talking about what a woman like herself should do with her life. She must have a career, something to do and accomplish. I must confess it astonished me a little, a woman with two children and a large household--She has also begun to use her former name again, Hanka Lange Tidemand, just as if her name still were Lange." Mrs. Hanka had stopped outside her own entrance; she was evidently waiting for her husband. She called to him jestingly that he had better hurry--she was almost freezing to death. And she lifted her finger banteringly and asked: "What plots and conspiracies are you two wholesalers now hatching? Where is the price of wheat now, and what are you going to put it up to? God have mercy on you on the day of judgment!" Tidemand answered in kind: What in the world had she done with the Journalist? So she had not wanted company, not even her own husband's; she had been in a sentimental mood? But how could she be so cruel as to let this poor fellow Gregersen ramble home all alone, drunk as he was? It was simply heartless--