"It is strange," said Mary, "that you cannot treat a nice dog kindly!" She was thinking of his cruelty to their neighbour's old Lapland dog.
Jörgen did not answer. But as soon as he felt sure that the dog was following meekly, he said: "Does Uncle Klaus know anything about this money?"
"I do not believe that any one knows about it except ourselves. Why do you ask?"
"Because it will be our best plan to speak to Uncle Klaus."
Mary stood still, astonished. "To Uncle Klaus?"
Jörgen also stood still. They looked at each other now.
"It will be to our interest," continued Jörgen.
"With Uncle Klaus——?" Mary stared. She did not understand him.
"For the sake of the family's honour he will do a great deal," said Jörgen, giving her a quick side-glance as he moved on.
She had turned ghastly white, but she followed. "Must we confide in Uncle Klaus?" she whispered behind him. A lower depth of humiliation there could not be.