That is enough. Aagot throws down her pen and runs over to him. And they are happy and silly until the next slate arrives. "Little Mistress!" he says smilingly, and looks down into her eyes, "Little Mistress!" Time passes. At last the work is done, the accounts finished, and Ole says, while he slams the ledger shut: "Well, I have got to go and send some wires. Are you coming along?" "Yes, dear, if you'll let me!" she answers. And she trips along, greatly pleased. On the way Ole remembers that he has not as yet presented his sweetheart to Irgens. "You ought to meet this fellow Irgens," he says; "he is a great man, one of the deep talents; everybody says so." Suppose they went as far as the Grand; he might be there. They entered the Grand, passed by the tables where people sat drinking and smoking, and found Irgens far back in the room. Milde and Norem were with him. "So here you are!" called Ole. Irgens gave him his left hand and did not get up. He glanced through half-closed lids at Aagot. "This, Aagot, is the poet Irgens." Ole presented him, somewhat proud of his intimate acquaintance with the great man. "My fiancée, Miss Lynum." Irgens got up and bowed deeply. Once more he looked at Aagot, looked persistently, even, and she looked back at him; she was evidently surprised to find the poet different from what she had thought. It was over two years since she had read his book, the lyric drama which had brought him so much fame. She had thought the master to be an elderly man. "May I congratulate?" said Irgens finally, and gave Ole his hand. They all sat down; each got a seidel and began a conversation. The spirits around the little table rose; even Irgens grew communicative and joined in. He addressed Aagot across the table, asked if she had been in the city before, in the theatre, in Tivoli, read this book or that, visited the Exhibition of paintings? "But, Miss Lynum, you must really see the Exhibition! I should be delighted to show it to you if you cannot find a better guide--" They conversed for about ten minutes across the table, and Aagot replied rapidly to every question, sometimes laughing, now and then forgetting herself and asking questions with her head tilted sideways; her eyes were wide open and sparkling; she was not the least bit embarrassed. Ole called the waiter. He had to leave; he was going to the telegraph office. Aagot, too, got up. "But there is no reason why you should go, Miss Lynum," said Milde. "You can come back for Miss Lynum when you have telegraphed, Ole." "Yes, I am going," said Aagot. "But if you want to stay I'll call for you in a few moments," said Ole and took his hat. She looked at him and answered almost in a whisper: "Won't you let me come with you?" "Certainly, if you want to." Ole paid his check. "Say," said Milde, "be good enough to settle this check, too. None of us is very flush to-day." And he smiled and glanced at Aagot.