“You've got it badly,” he answered. “It's a pity to see a man looking like that, when a dose of castor-oil would put him right.”
It was like that all the time—jesting and merriment from one to the other.
That evening the Captain came out to me.
“I didn't want to send you down with the ladies,” he said, “because of your work. But now Frøken Elisabeth says she wants you to drive, and not the other man.”
“Me?”
“Yes. Because she knows you.”
“Why, as for that, 'twould have been safe enough as it was.”
“Do you mind going at all?”
“No.”
“Good! Then that's settled.”