She even felt
somewhat annoyed at the thought that Mr. Fabian's punishment should be
so light.
CHAPTER XVIII.
AN HOUR IN MISTRESS ULRICA'S CHAMBER.
Throughout the entire fall, Mr. Fabian had been his "sweet Ulgenie's"
humblest slave, and therefore had been trod deeper into the dust. Since
he had learned of the return of Ragnar Lonner, he had suffered a
feverish anxiety. Even his easy chair no longer afforded him rest, for
sleeping or waking, one object alone was constantly before his eyes:
Ragnar Lonner's wrathful countenance peering through the door.
He was suddenly seized with as strong a desire for active life, as he
formerly possessed for easy rest, and he felt himself in no safety
except when at a distance from the mansion, for he knew that Ragnar
possessed too much honor to entrap him in an ambuscade.
One morning, when he, as had been his custom for the previous week, went
to his wife with the information that he was compelled to take a short
journey, she sharply accosted him:
"Man, what does all this restlessness mean? Are you insane? Am I always
to be left at home alone?"
"Ah, my dear," replied Mr.
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