“Are you going into town?” says Fruen. “But you'll stay here till tomorrow, surely?” “No, thanks all the same. I've got to be in town tomorrow.” Fruen thinks for a bit and then says: “Elisabeth's in town. You might take a parcel in for her--something she's forgotten.” That gives me the address! I thought to myself. “But I've got to get it ready first.” “Then Frøken Elisabeth might be gone again before I got there?” “Oh no, she's with Fru Falkenberg, and they're staying in town for the week.” This was grand news, joyous news. Now I had both the address and the time. Fruen stands watching me sideways, and says: “Well, then, you'll stay the night, won't you? You see, it's something I've got to get ready first....” I was given a room in the main building, because it was too cold to sleep in the barn. And when all the household had gone to rest that night, and everything was quiet, came Fruen to my room with the parcel, and said: “Excuse my coming so late. But I thought you might be going early to-morrow morning before I was up.” XXXIII So here I am once more in the crush and noise of a city, with its newspapers and people. I have been away from all this for many months now, and find it not unpleasant. I spend a morning taking it all in; get hold of some other clothes, and set off to find Frøken Elisabeth at her address. She was staying with some relatives. And now--should I be lucky enough to meet the other one? I am restless as a boy. My hands are vulgarly unused to gloves, and I pull them off; then going up the step I notice that my hands do not go at all well with the clothes I am wearing, and I put on my gloves again. Then I ring the bell. “Frøken Elisabeth? Yes, would you wait a moment?” Frøken Elisabeth comes out. “_Goddag_. You wished to speak to.... Oh, is it you?” I had brought a parcel from her mother. _Værsaagod_. She tears open the parcel and looks inside. “Oh, fancy Mama thinking of that. The opera-glasses! We've been to the theatre already.... I didn't recognize you at first.” “Really! It's not so very long since....” “No, but.... Tell me, isn't there any one else you'd like to inquire about? Haha!” “Yes,” said I. “Well, she's not here. I'm only staying here with my relations. No, she's at the Victoria.” “Well, the parcel was for you,” said I, trying to master my disappointment. “Wait a minute. I was just going out again; we can go together.” Frøken Elisabeth puts on some over-things, calls out through a door to say she won't be very long, and goes out with me. We take a cab and drive to a quiet café. Frøken Elisabeth says yes, she loves going to cafés. But there's nothing very amusing about this one. Would she rather go somewhere else? “Yes. To the Grand.”