The Best of Knut Hamsun. Knut Hamsun

Glahn. Just thoughts that come at times. Are you angry now? Remember, some give a little, but it is much for them to give; others can give much, and it costs them nothing—and which has given more? You have grown melancholy in your illness. How did we come to talk of all this?” And suddenly she looked at me, her face flushed with joy. “But you must get well soon, now. We shall meet again.”

      And she held out her hand. Then it came into my head not to take her hand. I stood up, put my hands behind my back, and bowed deeply; that was to thank her for her kindness in coming to pay me a visit.

      “You must excuse me if I cannot see you home,” I said.

      When she had gone, I sat down again to think it all over. I wrote a letter, and asked to have my uniform sent.