"We know that, we know that!" sobbed Mrs. Dawes.
Mary had raised her head, but, Mrs. Dawes having spoken, she said nothing.
When she left the room soon afterwards, Jörgen was just opening his door, which was next to Mary's. He stood for a moment with the door wide open, so that she saw the packed portmanteau behind him. She stopped.
"You are going?" she said.
"Yes," answered he.
"It will be very quiet here now."
Jörgen expected more, but no more came. Then he said:
"The shooting season begins immediately. I had intended to ask your father's permission to shoot in his woods."
"If you consider mine sufficient, you have it."
"Thank you, Miss Krog! You will allow me, too, to look in upon you sometimes, I hope?" He took her hand and bowed deeply over it.