"And pretty as well—and good tempered; in fact, you see before you the happiest man in Norway."
Rafael's eyes filled. Ravn put his hands on to his friend's shoulders.
"Are you not happy, Rafael?"
"Not quite so happy as you, Hans—"
He left him to speak to some one else, then returned again.
"You say, Hans, that I have often lent you money."
"Are you pressed? Do you want some, Rafael? My dear fellow, how much?"
"Can you spare me two thousand kroner?"
"Here they are."
"No, no; not in here, come outside."