"Oh, we shall make something of him, you'll see," said Elizabeth, who had been standing behind Salvé, and now came forward. "But you must not talk so much."
Salvé's face grew stern; this was the most unfortunate topic which could have been suggested. And matters were presently made worse by Mother Kirstine saying, when there was a pause—
"You looked so glad last night, Elizabeth! Who was it that was sitting with you talking yesterday?"
"It was Fru Beck."
"The young one?"
"Yes. But you talk too much, aunt."
"I am afraid so too," thought Salvé; and as he saw Elizabeth, as if nothing had happened, motioning to him now to come away, he controlled himself for the moment, and said a little constrainedly—
"You will be quite well, aunt, I hope, by the time I come again perhaps in a few days. Good-bye till then."
He left the room rather brusquely, and his face was black as thunder.
Elizabeth read his thoughts, and when they came out into the kitchen she forestalled him.