“It used to be Jomfruen’s room in the old priest’s time.”
Fruen said no more; her eyes had turned dull and stupid.
“Well, thanks,” she said, as she went. “It was very nice, I’m sure, but don’t do it again.”
“I won’t, I promise.... If I’d known ... of course, I wouldn’t have dared....” Rolandsen looked utterly crushed.
When Fruen came home she said, “Really I’m so sleepy to-day.”
“No wonder,” said her husband. “You got no sleep last night, with that fellow shouting down there.”
“I think Jomfru van Loos had better go,” said she.
“Jomfru van Loos?”
“He’s engaged to her, you know. And we shall have no peace at night.”