No.
Would Sören taste her brew, or would he like a piece of sugar-honey?
Yes, thank you—or that is, no, thanks—that wasn’t what he’d come for.
Marie blushed and felt quite uneasy.
Might he ask a question?
Ay, indeed he might.
Well, then, all he wanted to say was this, with her kind permission, that he wasn’t in his right mind, for waking or sleeping he thought of nothing but her ladyship, and he couldn’t help it.
Ah, but that was just what Sören ought to do.
No, he wasn’t so sure of that, for ’twas not in the way of tending to his work that he thought of her ladyship. ’Twas quite different; he thought of her in the way of what folks called love.