“Stodhross—what’s that?”
“Horses that live out on the hills. But we’ve a hundred and twenty at home, on the place.”
“The devil you have. And how many cows?”
“About a hundred most times.”
“Do you know any one here in Copenhagen?”
“No. But the priest, he gave me a letter to a man I was to ask to keep my money for me, if you did not care to be troubled with it.”
“Have you much with you now?”
“I have a thousand Kroner in my pocket-book, and a few small notes in my purse.”
“H’m. I suppose you can look after your money all right yourself?”
“Oh yes, I have it....” He thrust a hand into his pocket.