But she laughed in his face when he spoke of marriage. Later on she ran
away with a commercial traveller, and neither threats nor persuasion
would induce her to return home.
After this, more than once she sought in some fleeting connection a
happiness which never came to her. The only pleasure she got out of her
adventures was the power of dressing well. When at last she saw that she
was not made for this disorderly life, she obtained a situation in a
German family travelling to the south of Europe.
There she remained until homesickness drove her back to Denmark. Her
complete lack of ambition accounts for her being contented in this
modest situation.
She never made any inquiries about her father, and only knows that he
left his money to other people, which does not distress her in the
least. Her sole reason for going on living is that she shrinks from
seeking death voluntarily.
I wonder if there exists a man who could save her? A man who could make
her forget the bitterness of the past? She assures me I am the only
human being who has ever attracted her.
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