Yes, that too, Haustus. But I did not mind it so much—it all seemed so perfectly natural in both of them.
Dr. Herdal.
Natural! For a girl of twenty three to taunt a middle-aged architect, whom she knew to be constitutionally liable to giddiness, never to let him have any peace till he had climbed a spire as dizzy as himself—and all for the fun of seeing him fall off—how in the world——!
Mrs. Herdal.
[Laying the table for supper with dried fish and punch.] The younger generation have a keener sense of humour than we elder ones, Haustus, and perhaps after all, she was only a perplexing sort of allegory.
Dr. Herdal.
Yes, that would explain her to some extent, no doubt. But how he could be such an old fool!
Mrs. Herdal.
That Miss Wangel was a strangely fascinating type of girl. Why, even I myself——
Dr. Herdal.