But, when Finn was gone, he sat with his face buried in his hands and wept.
CHAPTER XXII
Cordt entered, dressed to go out, and hurriedly crossed the room.
Fru Adelheid sat writing. She looked up, as he came in, and went on writing.
“Where is Finn?”
“Upstairs, I suppose ... in his room,” she answered, without looking at him.
He stood at the window for a moment. Then he flung himself into a chair and got up again and stood by the table at which she was sitting:
“Have you been with him to-day?”