Neurasthenia!

Afterwards I went out across the yard and walked about the fields a bit;
all was in good order everywhere, and the crops in under cover. Even the
potato stalks had been carted away though there's many places where
they're left out till the snow comes. I could see nothing for us to do at
all. Evidently these people were well-to-do.

When it was getting towards evening, and Falkenberg was still tuning, I
took a bit of something to eat in my pocket and went off for a walk, to be
out of the way so they should not ask me in to supper. There was a moon,
and the stars were out, but I liked best to grope my way into the dense
part of the wood and sit down in the dark. It was more sheltered there,
too. How quiet the earth and air seemed now! The cold is beginning, there
is rime on the ground; now and again a stalk of grass creaks faintly, a
little mouse squeaks, a rook comes soaring over the treetops, then all is
quiet again. Was there ever such fair hair as hers? Surely never. Born a
wonder, from top to toe, her lips a ripened loveliness, and the play of
dragonflies in her hair. If only one could draw out a diadem from a sack
of clothes and give it her. I'll find a pink shell somewhere and carve it
to a thumbnail, and offer her the pipe to give her husband for a
present ... yes....

Falkenberg comes across the yard to meet me, and whispers hurriedly:

"She's got an answer from the Captain; he says we can set to work felling
timber in the woods. Are you any good at that?"

"Yes."