"Well, I shan't when I'm married."
Fröken Hagerup interposed:
"You'll find that you'll have to, to keep the peace."
"Keep the peace indeed! That will be Edvard's business. Ragna, why don't you say something?"
Ragna had been sitting silent; on being addressed she started and dropped her fork.
"I—I have a headache." Her cheeks flamed at the lie. Fru Bjork looked at her anxiously.
"I do hope you are not going to be ill, child! I am sure you have been tiring yourself out with all this going about alone, I don't half like it!"
"Stuff and nonsense," said Estelle, "she never looked better in her life! A night's rest and she will be all right again. You should not walk in the sun," she said to Ragna; "it is dangerous at this season of the year. It is probably that that gave you your headache."
"I believe Ragna's in love with somebody," said Astrid, "all this mooning about alone is a symptom, and she's losing her appetite, too."
"Nonsense!" said Ragna angrily. "I am a bit tired, but as Estelle says, a night's rest will set me right. I think I shall go to bed now."