"You don't mean that. You know I can double you up and put you in my pocket."
As he said it he stood up.
Then the Lieutenant hurriedly opened the door and stepped outside.
"I do mean it!" he yelled back. "I do mean it, you clown!"
And he slammed the door.
Johannes sat down again.
Victoria was still standing near the middle of the room. She was looking at him and was as pale as a corpse.
"Did he hit you?" asked Camilla in the greatest astonishment.
"By accident. He got me in the eye. Would you like to look?"
"Heavens, it's all red, there's blood. No, don't rub it, let me bathe it with water. Your handkerchief is too coarse, look here, take it back; I'll use my own. Did you ever hear such a thing, right in his eye!"