“I can’t bear it any longer; I’ll have to give you up.”
Rolandsen thought this over once more. And then he said:
“I thought it would come to this. But seeing I’m not God, I can’t help it. Do as you please.”
“Right, then,” said she furiously.
“That first evening up here in the wood—you weren’t in such a temper then. I kissed you, and never a sound you made then but the loveliest little squeak.”
“I didn’t squeak,” said Jomfru van Loos indignantly.
“And I loved you for ever and ever, and thought you were going to be a fine particular joy. Ho, indeed!”
“Never you mind about me,” she said bitterly. “But what’s it to come to with you now?”
“Me? Oh, I don’t know. I don’t care now, anyway.”