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strumming on Cesca’s guitar and singing Cesca’s Italian songs.
And she was seized with a sudden, desperate longing for
everything out there. Helge came to her side: “What are you
thinking of?”
“Of Via Vantaggio.”
“Oh yes. What a lovely time we had there!”
She put her arm round his neck and drew his head on to her
shoulder. It had struck her the moment he spoke that he was
not a part of that which filled her heart with longing. She
raised his head again and looked into his amber brown eyes,
wishing to be reminded of all the glorious days in the Campagna,
when he lay among the daisies looking at her. And she wanted
to shake off the intense, sickening feeling of discomfort which
always came over her when she was in his home.
Everything was unbearable here. The first evening she was
invited to the house after Helge’s official arrival, when Mrs.
Gram had introduced her to her husband, she had to pretend
not to know him, while Helge stood looking on at this comedy,
knowing they had deceived his mother. It was dreadful —
but something still worse had happened. She had been left
alone with Gram for a few minutes and he mentioned that he
had been to the studio to see her one afternoon, but she had not
been in. “No, I was not at the studio that day,” she had
answered, turning very red. He looked at her in great surprise,
and almost without knowing why she did so she blurted out:
“I was, but I could not let you in, because there was somebody
with me.” Gram had smiled and said: “Yes, I heard quite
distinctly that somebody was moving in the studio.” In her
confusion she had told him that it was Helge, and that he had
been a few days in town incognito.
“My dear Jenny,” Gram had said, and she saw that he was
hurt, “you need not have kept it secret from me. I would
certainly not have intruded on you — but I will say that it
would have given me much pleasure if Helge had told me.”
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