When they had worked on for a short time in silence, Henrietta whispered again:
"He was drunk on Saturday."
"Who?"
"Lauritz."
"Oh! how do you know it?"
"He told me himself."
"But has he no feeling of shame?"
"Well, it was not so bad as all that; he was not downright drunk, you know, only a little 'tight,' as they say."
It was evident that Henrietta was rather proud of him.
Before Sarah could regain her composure after this last shock, her mother called to her.