“Eh? I can't hear what you say.”
“Oh, I didn't say anything.”
A long, uncomfortable silence after that. The Captain tries once or twice with a good-humoured word, but gets no answer.
“So you're out on a round of inspection,” he says jestingly. “Have you seen how the potatoes are getting on?”
“No,” she answers. “But I'll go over there, by all means, if you can't bear the sight of me here.”
It was too dreadful to hear them going on like this. I must have frowned unconsciously—shown some such feeling. Then, suddenly remembering that for certain reasons I was to be cold as ice, I frowned the more.
Freun looked straight at me and said:
“What are you scowling at?”
“Scowling, eh?” says the Captain, joining in, with a forced laugh.
Fruen takes him up on the instant.