“Was he as handsome as now?”
“Yes ... no.... I don’t know if he was handsome.”
Finn listened.
“He was ... he was charming.”
“That he was ... that he was,” he said and clapped his hands like a child who is delighted with a story. “And then he was so masterful ... was he not?... So that one was bound to follow him?”
“Yes,” said Fru Adelheid.
“Father was a king,” said Finn.
Her heart throbbed, she listened with all her senses. She felt that Finn was somewhere close to her and accomplishing something that would destroy her. And she could not turn round, could not go to him and beg him to desist.
“I could wish I had a brother,” said Finn.
“Do you feel lonely?”