As she spoke, hardly realizing what she had said, at first, the consciousness of her own suspicions of her husband came to her suddenly, and she flushed.
Ørlygur laughed, and answered:
“I don’t think there is anything to be afraid of.”
And he felt in his pockets. “Nothing here but a letter from Ormarr, and any one’s welcome to read that.”
He spoke lightly, but a moment afterwards, recollecting the contents, he turned pale. Alma noticed it, but tried to appear unconcerned.
When Ørlygur had gone, she remained standing, deep in thought.
It dawned upon her that there must be some connection between her husband’s evident nervousness and Ørlygur’s sudden start. What it could be she was unable to imagine.
Outwardly calm, she rejoined her husband.
“Your father showed me a letter he had just received from Ormarr.”
“Did he show it to you?”