“We'd better go indoors, I think,” she suggests.
“Go in? There's not a corner anywhere indoors where we can be alone.”
“Oh, we'll find somewhere!” she says.
“Well, anyhow, we must have an end of it to-night,” says the Captain decisively.
And they go.
I asked myself: was it to warn anybody I had thrown that empty bottle?
At three in the morning I heard Nils go out to feed the horses. At four he knocked to rouse me out of bed. I did not grudge him the honour of being first up, though I could have called him earlier myself, any hour of that night indeed, for I had not slept. 'Tis easy enough to go without sleep a night or two in this light, fine air; it does not make for drowsiness.
Nils sets out for the fields, driving a new team. He has looked over the visitors' horses, and chosen Elisabet's. Good country-breds, heavy in the leg.