She tears open the parcel and looks inside. “Oh, fancy Mama thinking of that. The opera-glasses! We've been to the theatre already.... I didn't recognize you at first.”
“Really! It's not so very long since....”
“No, but.... Tell me, isn't there any one else you'd like to inquire about? Haha!”
“Yes,” said I.
“Well, she's not here. I'm only staying here with my relations. No, she's at the Victoria.”
“Well, the parcel was for you,” said I, trying to master my disappointment.
“Wait a minute. I was just going out again; we can go together.”
Frøken Elisabeth puts on some over-things, calls out through a door to say she won't be very long, and goes out with me. We take a cab and drive to a quiet café. Frøken Elisabeth says yes, she loves going to cafés. But there's nothing very amusing about this one.
Would she rather go somewhere else?
“Yes. To the Grand.”