Did he remember the old days at Skreia?
He looks at me, taking stock of me, with something of reserve; it is quite a while before I can draw him out to remember it at all.
Yes, he remembers Skreia well enough.
“And Anders Fila and 'Spiralen' and Petra?”
“Which one?”
“Petra—the one that was your girl.”
“Ay, I remember her. I got tied up with her at last.” Grindhusen falls to chopping wood again.
“Got tied up with her, did you?”
“Ay, that was the end of it. Had to be, I suppose. What was I going to say, now? You've turned out something fine, by the look of things.”
“Why? Is it these clothes you're thinking of? You've Sunday clothes yourself, now, haven't you?”