"Of course not, by no means," said he. "Just for the moment. Perhaps we can get a loan further down the valley."
"I don't borrow."
"Ingeborg!" said he, pretending playfully to whimper.
"What is it?"
"Nothing. Can't I say 'Ingeborg' to my own wife?"
"I'm not your own wife," she said, getting up.
"Pish! We were man and wife last night. It says so in the visitors' book."
She was silent at this. Yes, last night they had been man and wife; that was to save getting two rooms, and travel economically. But she had been very foolish to agree to it.
"'Miss Torsen,' then?" he whimpered.
And to put an end to the game, she paid for both of them and took her knapsack on her back.