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One or two people in the company smiled. Heggen and
Miss Winge lived next door to each other on the top floor of a
house somewhere between Babuino and Corso; intimate
relations between them seemed therefore to be a matter of course.
As to Miss Schulin, she had been married to a Norwegian
author, but after a year or so of married bliss had left him and
the child, gone out into the world under her maiden name as
“Miss,” and calling herself an artist.
The landlord came up once more to the company, urgently
soliciting their departure; the two waiters put out the gas at
the farther end of the room and stood waiting by the table,
so there was nothing else to be done but pay and leave the
place.
Heggen was one of the last as they came out into the square.
By the light of the moon he saw Miss Schulin taking Jenny’s
arm, both running towards a cab, which some of the others were
storming. He ran in the same direction and heard Jenny calling
out: “You know, the one in Via Paneperna,” just as she
jumped into the already filled cab and fell into somebody’s
lap.
But some ladies wanted to get out and others to get in —
people kept on jumping out from one door and in at another,
while the driver sat motionless on his seat waiting, and the
horse slept with its head drooping against the stone bridge.
Jenny was in the street again now, but Miss Schulin reached
out her hand — there was plenty of room.
“I’m sorry for the horse,” said Heggen curtly, and Jenny
started to walk at his side behind the cab, the last among those
who had not got room in the vehicle, which rolled on ahead.
“You don’t mean to say you want to be with these people
any longer — to walk as far as Paneperna for that?” said
Heggen.
“We might meet an empty cab on the way.”
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