"Why did you smile, then?"
"He ate so much."
"His father, the Amtmand, does the same," remarked Krog, laughing. "And he always picks out the daintiest morsels."
"Yes, exactly."
Mrs. Dawes sat waiting for what was to come next; for something was coming. Marit left the room; in a short time she appeared again with her hat on and a parasol in her hand.
"Are you going out?" asked Mrs. Dawes.
Marit was standing pulling on her gloves.
"I am going to order visiting-cards."
"Have you no cards?"
"Yes, but they are not suitable now."