I was pleased to hear it.
“Water-pipes?” said Fruen inquiringly.
“He laid on a water-supply to the house for us. Pipes in the kitchen and upstairs as well. Just turn a tap and there it is. You ought to have it done here.”
“Really, though? Could it be done here, do you think?”
I answered: yes; it ought to be easy enough.
“Why didn't you speak to my husband about it?”
“I did speak of it. He said he would see what Fruen thought about it.”
Awkward pause. So he would not speak to her even of a thing that so nearly concerned herself. I hastened to break the silence, and said at random.
“Anyhow, it's too late to start this year; the winter would be on us before we could get it done. But next spring....”
Fruen seemed to come back to attention from somewhere far away.