I hesitated; it might be hardly safe. I had been away for a long time now, and if we met any one I knew I might have to talk to them. But Frøkenen insisted on Grand. She had had but a few days' practice in the capital, and had already gained a deal of self-assurance. But I liked her so much before.
We drove off again to Grand. It was getting towards evening. Frøkenen picks out a seat right in the brightest spot, beaming all over herself at the fun of it. I ordered some wine.
“What fine clothes you're wearing now,” she says, with a laugh.
“I couldn't very well come in here in a workman's blouse.”
“No, of course not. But, honestly, that blouse ... shall I tell you what I think?”
“Yes, do.”
“The blouse suited you better.”
There! Devil take these town clothes! I sat there with my head full of other things, and did not care for this sort of talk.
“Are you staying long in town?” I asked.
“As long as Lovise does. We've finished our shopping. No, I'm sorry; it's all too short.” Then she turns gay once more, and asks laughingly: “Did you like being with us out in the country?”