"Don't you?"
"Why yes!"
"I don't know how it is, but this evening I cannot bear to see you dance with him, Marit!"
He turned away; it had cost him much to say it.
"I don't understand you, Ovind."
"I don't understand it myself; it is stupid of me. Goodbye, Marit, now I must go."
He went a step without looking round; then she called after him,--"It is a mistake that which you have seen, Ovind!"
He stopped,--"That you are grown up is at least no mistake," said he.
He did not say what she had expected, and therefore she was silent; but at this moment she saw the light of a pipe before her; it was her grandfather who had just turned the corner and now passed by. He stood still. "Are you there, Marit?"
"Yes."