“No,” he said suddenly; “I think, after all, we'd better leave the drive till next spring as well. How soon did you say you'd be through with the timber?”
“Three or four days.”
“Good! We'll say three or four days more for that, and then finish for this year.”
A strangely sudden decision. I thought to myself. And aloud I said:
“There's no reason why we shouldn't do the road work in winter. It's better in some ways. There's the blasting, and getting up the loads....”
“Yes, I know ... but ... well, I think I must go in now and listen to this....”
The Captain went indoors.
It crossed my mind that he did so out of courtesy, wishing to make himself, as it were, responsible for having Falkenberg in the parlour. But I fancied he would rather have stayed talking with me.
Which was a coxcomb's thought, and altogether wrong.