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Oh, we are all of us run over, sometime or other in life. The thing is to jump up again, and let no one see you are hurt.

That is a profound saying, John Gabriel. But I can easily tell you my story out here, in a few words.

[More mildly.] Yes, please do, Vilhelm.

Well, now you shall hear! Only think, when I got home this evening after I had been with you, what did I find but a letter. Can you guess who it was from?

Possibly from your little Frida?

Precisely! Think of your hitting on it at once! Yes, it was a long—a pretty long letter from Frida. A footman had brought it. And can you imagine what was in it?

Perhaps it was to say good-bye to her mother and you?

Exactly! How good you are at guessing, John Gabriel! Yes, she tells me that Mrs.