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think, Countess, there is any renown to be gained
in that capacity?”
She turned from him without answering, she was
so angry, and went to her place, thinking bitterly
of the cavaliers. They are all there to-night with
their horns and violins, and they intend to let the
bows fly over the strings till they wear out, and
without giving a thought to the fact that the gay
music must penetrate to the prisoner’s miserable
room. They have come there to dance till their
shoes go to dust, and they never think that their
old benefactress can see their shadows swing by on
the dimmed window-panes.
Oh, how ugly and grey the world had become!
What a shadow trouble and harshness were casting
over her soul!
A little later, Gösta Berling came and asked her
to dance.
She refused shortly.
“The young Countess will not dance with me?”
he asked, flushing hotly.
“Neither with you nor any of the Ekeby cavaliers,”
she answered.
“We are then not considered worthy of the
honor?”
“It is no honor, Herr Berling; but I find no
pleasure in dancing with those who have forgotten all
the precepts of gratitude.”
Gösta had already swung round on his heel.
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