He looked round the room, where the things sang in every dark er, and simply could not ceive that he had not known the old room before.
He was more at home here than anywhere el: here, where he was outside the world, which worried him, becau it demahat of him which he had not; here, where every spot and every object told how all had been said and done and aplished in the old days, so that he had nothio do but listen wly and rejoice at its marvellous beauty.
Then he fell a-dreaming and remained sitting till the lights went out.
“He does not sleep enough,” said Fru Adelheid, anxiously.
Cordt crosd the floor with the same thought in his mind. Theopped where she was sitting and looked at her:
“I wonder, is he ever awake, Adelheid?” he said.
By day, Finn generally sat at the window and stared out, idly and silently, with his hands open on his knees.
Often, when Cordt was crossing the square, he thought that he could e Finn’s old face behind the window-panes. He would stop and nod and be to him.
He looked round the room, where the things sang in every dark er, and simply could not ceive that he had not known the old room before.
He was more at home here than anywhere el: here, where he was outside the world, which worried him, becau it demahat of him which he had not; here, where every spot and every object told how all had been said and done and aplished in the old days, so that he had nothio do but listen wly and rejoice at its marvellous beauty.
Then he fell a-dreaming and remained sitting till the lights went out.
“He does not sleep enough,” said Fru Adelheid, anxiously.
Cordt crosd the floor with the same thought in his mind. Theopped where she was sitting and looked at her:
“I wonder, is he ever awake, Adelheid?” he said.
By day, Finn generally sat at the window and stared out, idly and silently, with his hands open on his knees.
Often, when Cordt was crossing the square, he thought that he could e Finn’s old face behind the window-panes. He would stop and nod and be to him.
But Finn never saw him. For he saw nothing positively.
And Cordt went on… in and out… stantly longing to e the strong air of the old room color his son’s cheeks and rou his will… stantly trusting that, sooner or later, this would happen.