“Oh no, it doesn't matter. Thanks, I shan't trouble.”
“Very well,” said the Captain. He smiled as he spoke. He was drunk, no doubt, and angry about something.
But Fruen turned as she passed by me in the doorway, and said:
“You ought not to drive down there today. There's gossip enough already.”
“You need not listen to it,” he answered.
“It can't go on like this, you know,” she said again. “And you don't seem to think of the disgrace....”
“We're both a little thoughtless in that respect,” he answered carelessly, looking round at the walls.
I took the lock and stepped outside.
“Here, don't go running away now!” cried the Captain. “I'm in a hurry!”
“Yes, you're in a hurry, of course,” repeated Fruen. “Going away again. But you'd do well to think it over just for once. I've been thinking things over myself lately; only you wouldn't see....”