Голод

           Idisgraceyourightundereveryone’seyes,ifonlywithmyclothes.Yes,itispositivelytrue;Imeanit."

           Shestarts,looksupquicklyatme,andissilent;thensheexclaimssuddenly:

           "Indeed,though!"Moreshedoesn’tsay.

           "Whatdoyoumeanbythat?"Iqueried.

           "Ugh,no;youmakemefeelashamed....Wehavenotgotveryfarnow";andshewalkedonalittlefaster.

           WeturnedupUniversityStreet,andcouldalreadyseethelightsinSt.Olav’sPlace.Thenshecommencedtowalkslowlyagain.

           "Ihavenowishtobeindiscreet,"Isay;"butwon’tyoutellmeyournamebeforewepart?andwon’tyou,justforonesecond,liftupyourveilsothatIcanseeyou?Iwouldbereallysograteful."

           Apause.Iwalkedoninexpectation.

           "Youhaveseenmebefore,"shereplies.

           "Ylajali,"Isayagain.

           "Begpardon.Youfollowedmeonceforhalf-a-day,almostrighthome.Wereyoutipsythattime?"

           Icouldhearagainthatshesmiled.

           "Yes,"Isaid."Yes,worseluck,Iwastipsythattime."

           "Thatwashorridofyou!"

           AndIadmittedcontritelythatitwashorridofme.

           Wereachedthefountains;westopandlookupatthemanylightedwindowsofNo.2.

           "Now,youmustn’tcomeanyfartherwithme,"shesays."Thankyouforcomingsofar.