[Throwing herself down among the heather.] Yes, so we have arranged.—Or perhaps we may start this evening.—If you have no objection, that's to say?
I? Far be it from me to—
[Quickly.] Of course Lars goes with us—with the dogs.
I feel no curiosity as to the movements of Mr. Lars and his dogs. [Changing the subject.] Would you not rather sit properly on the seat?
[Drowsily.] No, thank you. I'm lying so delightfully in the soft heather.
I can see that you are tired.
[Yawning.] I almost think I'm beginning to feel tired.
You don't notice it till afterwards—when the excitement is over—
[In a drowsy tone.] Just so. I will lie and close my eyes.
[A short pause.