Fru Adelheid smiled:
“Is that the old, strong God, I wonder?”
He glanced at her face, but there was nothing there to rouse his anger. Then he crossed the room and stood beside her again with the same expression in his eyes:
“The old, strong God,” he said. “I myself can do well enough without Him. But I need Him in my house.”
She laid her head back in her chair and laughed:
“Yes, indeed, Cordt. That you certainly do.”
And she kept on laughing and said again:
“Then I daresay that wouldn’t have happened with ... what was his name, who robbed you down below, in the counting-house? Do you think so, Cordt? And then your wife would kiss your hand every morning and ask to know her stern lord’s commands.”
He walked up and down and did not answer.
Fru Adelheid understood that he paid no attention to her sally, because her words were too small for his thoughts and she was displeased with herself and angry with him: