“I shouldn't be surprised if Ragnhild's eyes were a little too bright.”
“Eh?” says the Captain, in surprise.
“Yes,” says Fruen, with a slight laugh, nodding over towards the table where we sat. “She's getting a little too friendly with the men out here.”
Silence.
“So perhaps she'd better go,” Fruen went on.
It was incomparable audacity on Fruen's part, of course, to say such a thing to our face, but we could not protest; we saw she was only using us to serve her need.
When we got outside, Nils said angrily:
“I'm not sure but I'd better go back and say a word or two myself about that.”
But I dissuaded him, saying it was not worth troubling about.
A few days passed. Again the Captain found an opportunity of paying barefaced compliments to Ragnhild: “... with a figure like yours,” he said.