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 mortal enemies. He could not bear his daughter-in-law, and that was a blow to her vanity, so she set about to make trouble between him and me. My father was an official of the old school—a bit narrow and stiff maybe, but right-minded and loyal, noble and good at heart. You would have liked him, I am sure. We had been so much to one another, but our intimacy was put a stop to.

"As for my painting, I understood that I had not the talent I once had imagined, and I lacked energy to make continued efforts when I did not believe in myself—dead tired as I was of the struggle and of my life at her side, which became more and more of a caricature. She reproached me, but secretly she triumphed.

"She was jealous of the children too, if I was fond of them or they were fond of me. She would not share them with me nor me with them.

"Her jealousy has grown into a kind of madness as the years have gone by. You have seen it for yourself. She can scarcely bear to see me in the same room with you even when Helge is there."

Jenny went to him and laid her hands on his shoulders:

"I cannot understand," she said—"I really cannot—that you have been able to stand such a life."

Gert Gram bent forward, resting his head on her shoulder:

"I don't understand it myself."

When he raised his head and their eyes met, she put her hand to his neck and, overwhelmed by a tender compassion, kissed him on the cheek and forehead.

She felt a sudden fear when she looked down at his face resting on her shoulder, with eyes closed, but the next moment he lifted his head and rose, saying:

"Thank you, Jenny dear."

Gram put the drawings back in their cover and straightened the table.