"You'd never have made it," said Mrs. Molie in an indifferent tone. This was probably her revenge. She turned to the Dane again as though ready to believe him capable of anything.
"I shouldn't want anyone to think of climbing that peak," said Miss Torsen. "It's as bare as a ship's mast."
"What if I tried it, Gerda?" the manufacturer asked his wife with a smile. "After all, I'm an old sailor."
"Nonsense," she said, smiling a little.
"Well, I climbed the mast of a schooner last spring."
"Where?"
"In Iceland."
"What for?"
"I don't know, though--all this mountain climbing--I haven't much use for it," said the manufacturer.
"What did you do it for? What did you climb the mast for?" his wife repeated nervously.