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For a moment, Marie stood looking at him in horror,
then ran as fast as she could out of the room and away from
the castle.
When the door slammed after her, Ulrik Frederik seized
the chair in which she had been sitting when he came in
and hurled it out of the window, then caught the curtains
from the bed and tore the worn stuff into shreds and tatters,
storming round the room all the while. He threw himself on
the floor and crawled around, snarling like a wild beast, and
pounding with his fists till the knuckles were bloody.
Exhausted at last, he crept over to the bed and flung himself
face downward in the pillows, called Marie tender names,
and wept and sobbed and cursed her, then again began to
talk in low, wheedling tones, as if he were fondling her.
That same night Marie Grubbe, for fair words and good
pay, got a skipper to sail with her to Denmark.
The following day Ulrik Frederik turned Karen Fiol
out of the castle, and a few days later he himself left for
Copenhagen.
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