Katharine Frensham
of sympathy, and repeatedly invited both father and son to their houses; but the Thorntons had always been so reserved, that no real intimacy had ever been possible with them. Profes
h a slight foreign accent which was very engaging. Clifford loved her, and indeed he might well have done so; for she had taken entire charge of him when he was a little child, and had lavished on him all the kindness and affection of which her warm heart was capable. If in his great trouble he could have unburdened his heart to any one, it wou
e of us get any pleasure out of the visit, and I only do harm to you all. My aura does not match
her near him, he told her nothing. Still, it was a comfort to know she was at "Falun;" a comfort to sit with her and
the ice; and when I thought I had succeeded, lo and behold it was frozen up again!
ircumstances of the tragedy, and he
Knutty," he said, "that
rself? Why should he turn against you? If you h
I think--" he began
the head with her knitting-needles. "You must go away, and at once. Shut up
said. In the old days he had had many
f you. It will do Alan good to get away. He is a dear boy, but he is going to be sensitive like you. I wish I could come too. But I am too old and fat. But you must go, Clifford. You cannot stay on here and add to your u
Knutty?" he asked,
s life. You know how she loves to smile and be happy like a true Dane. Take my advice, shut up 'Falun,' go to London, stay at a hotel for a few days, amuse yourselves, get your kit, spend a lot of money, and then take your tickets and be off
ng with his conflicting emotions without the immense help of changed circumstances. He knew that every hour he spent in h
about everything, dear one. And then you must find some one whose aura will
not say that," he said
ress on too quickly. But you will go away-promise me
I should like to blow up 'Falun' and
oo, Knutty?" he said eagerly. "
o heavy a responsibility. No, I will wait for you in my own little Danish home, made so wickedly comforta
and kissed her
my inmost thoughts; but
ing on within your mind, and always guessed wrong, of course, and therefore could not help you. I am sure
e, "do you believe that minds c
belief is that no one mind can ever reach another in reality, and that each human being speaks and understands only one language-his own language-and every one else's language is what you English people ca
Knutty?
ered, "and you have made a successful fight with
cation of her praise, and
might be able to injure anothe
ng troubled. "I am not given to refl
," he said, without heeding her answer. "The
t for you?"
, "my dreams were a
to his usual reserve, and Fr?ken Knudsgaard unde
he said to herself. "One would have more
her. She kept her shrewd old eyes open, and she began to see that Alan sometimes avoided being alone with his father. He seemed a little awkwa
them, but icebergs all the same. I find this Arctic expedition of mine, like all Arctic expeditions, fraught with grave difficulties. Writ
and he and the old Danish lady became excelle
n't you been to s
roking her chi
or too cold; too dry or too wet-generally too wet!
speaking of the mental
g or cycling. There was something to go back for now; and Knutty was always in a good temper, always ready to be photographed at the exact moment when she was wa
a much less interesting way, and under much less provocation. And as for smells, Alan, I worship them. In fact, I feel quite exhilarated when I have the smell of that adorable sulphuretted-hydrogen under my Danish nose. As for architecture, I could listen all the day long to anything you have to say on that subject. I am glad you are goin
in the dark room, where Alan sometimes enticed her. And occasionally he got her out for a walk, which w
s him. Whatever it was, it must not be allowed to grow. She was nearly distracted between the two of them. Sometimes she thought it would be better for them to be separated for a little while, and at other times she believed it would be safer for them to have a complete understanding at once. One morning Alan's strained manner to his father strengthened her in the belief that her two icebergs must be brought into
the last words I ever said to
her for telling him about the propose
t known, if only
in his heart
not told me, if only
o doubt about that. And only the hand which inflicts the wound can give the healing touch-if people love.
e is suffering greatly over her tragic death. It is a hard time for him. And when he looks at you, he remembers that he has made things hard for you too; and that naturally
lot about all sorts of things-and an awful lot about chemistry. Father says so. And he d
tears. Those words were very precious to her. When she opened
has suffered, and how sad he is, and how you only can help him. He has only you. Talk to him, kjaere. Tell him everything in your mind. Get rid of every thought which is not friendship. And now pull old Knutty up from her chair. That's right. Mange tak.[B] No
for she had heard Clifford's voice outside, and
n the sofa in the desolate drawing-room. "Arctic expeditions are exhaust
then stared at Marianne's port
e in that way, and leave my tender-hearted Clifford torn in pieces. N?, these English people, how stubborn and ungracious they are! And yet I love them, and love England too. If Ejnar and Gerda came and stayed long enough, they too would love England, and not feel angry with their old Tante for being so fond of t
and of her nephew, Ejnar, the botanist, and Gerda, his wife, and of how the
quarter of an hour, when they had recovered from the shock of receiving foreigners, they would be delighted to see you, and would be willing to exchange spe
laughter which woke her up, and perhaps it was the vo
at the North Pole again! You horrid chemical compounds, I told you not to wak
ve to tell you," Cliffor
they had said to each other. Besides, she knew that icebergs would use only a few words of explanation, and then drift into intimacy again. She saw at a glance that her Cliff
e really must send those mosses off to Ejnar and Gerda without delay. I heard this morning that they have had a serious falling out over a fu