But there she stood, and you there. Her breath came towards you--a taste of flesh. Out of a darkness she was, nay, not of earth. And her eyes--did you mark her eyes? And each time something in me turned at the thought--a nausea. A meaningless succession of names poured in upon me, places of wild and tender sound, whence she might be: Uganda, Antananarivo, Honolulu, Venezuela, Atacama. Verse? Colours? I knew not what to do with the words. XIII Fruen has ordered the carriage to drive her to the station. No sign of haste in her manner; she gives orders to the cook about packing up some food for the journey, and when Nils asks which carriage he is to take, she thinks for a moment, and decides to take the landau and pair. So she went away. Nils himself drove for her. They came back the same evening; they had turned back when half-way out. Had Fruen forgotten something? She ordered fresh horses, and another hamper of food; she was going off again at once. Nils was uneasy, and said so; it was almost night, they would be driving in the dark; but Fruen repeated her order. Meantime, she sat indoors and waited; she had not forgotten anything; she did nothing now but sit staring before her. Ragnhild went in and asked if there was anything she could do. No, thank you. Fruen sat bowed forward as if weighted down by some deadly grief. The carriage was ready, and Fruen came out. Seeing Nils himself ready to drive again, she took pity on him, and said she would have Grindhusen to drive this time. And she sat on the steps till he came. Then they drove off. It was a fine evening, and nice and cool for the horses. “She's past making out now,” said Nils. “I can't think what's come to her. I'd no idea of anything, when suddenly she taps at the window and says turn back. We were about half-way there. But never a word of starting out again at once.” “But she must have forgotten something, surely?” “Ragnhild says no. She was indoors, and I thought for a moment of those photograph things, if she was going to burn them; but they're still there. No, she didn't do a single thing while she was back.” We walked across the courtyard together. “No,” Nils went on, “Fruen's in a bad way; she's lost all harmony for everything. Where's she going off to now, do you think? Heaven knows; she doesn't seem to be altogether sure of it herself. When we stopped to breathe the horses, she said something about being in such a hurry, and having to be in different places at once--and then she ought not really to be away from home at all. 'Best for Fruen not to hurry about anything,' I said, 'but just keep quiet.' But you know how she is nowadays; there's no saying a word to her. She just looked at her watch and said go on again.” “Was this on the way to the station?” “No, on the way back. She was quite excited, I thought.” “Perhaps the Captain sent for her?” Nils shook his head. “No. But perhaps--Lord knows. What was I going to say--it's--tomorrow's Sunday, isn't it?”