help her and looked up at him in surprise, but he stood there quite
calm and looked down at her. Now as she had begun, she had to go on,
and gathered up they were; but she certainly did not talk to Mogens
for a long while. She did not even look to the side where he was. But
somehow or other they must have become reconciled, for when on their
way back they reached the oak again, Camilla went underneath it and
looked up into its crown. She tripped from one side to the other,
gesticulated with her hands and sang, and Mogens had to stand near the
hazelbushes to see what sort of a figure he had cut. Suddenly Camilla
ran towards him, but Mogens lost his cue, and forgot both to shriek
and to run away, and then Camilla laughingly declared that she was
very dissatisfied with herself and that she would not have had the
boldness to remain standing there, when such a horrible creature--and
she pointed towards herself--came rushing towards her. But Mogens
declared that he was very well satisfied with himself.

When towards sunset he was going home the councilor and Camilla
accompanied him a little way. And as they were going home she said to
her father that perhaps they ought to invite that lonesome young man
rather frequently during the month, while it was still possible to
stay in the country. He knew no one here about, and the councilor said
"yes," and smiled at being thought so guileless, but Camilla walked
along and looked so gentle and serious, that one would not doubt but
that she was the very personification of benevolence itself.

The autumn weather remained so mild that the councilor stayed on at
Cape Trafalgar for another whole month, and the effect of the
benevolence was that Mogens came twice the first week and about every
day the third.