"Lock it up," she said, "this is no toy, my friends."
Rehnhjelm had watched the scene speechlessly. He understood the meaning well enough, but he was unable to say a word; and he was so much under the girl's spell, that he could not even feel angry with her. He realized that he had been stabbed, but he had as yet not had time to feel the pain.
The girl's impudence disconcerted Falander; he wanted time to recover; his moral execution had been a complete failure, and his coup de théâtre had been disastrous to himself.
"Hadn't we better go now?" asked Agnes, straightening her hat before the glass.
Falander opened the door.
"Go and be damned to you!" he said. "You have ruined an honest man's peace of mind."
"What are you talking about? Shut the door! It's none too warm here."
"I see, I have to speak more plainly. Where were you last night?"
"Hjalmar knows, and it's no business of yours."
"You were not at your aunt's! You had supper with the manager!"