"So you cannot help Fru Hansson and Greta?" he asked, with piteous despair.
Herr Banker again blew his nose. It sounded like the blast of a trumpet.
"Come back again tomorrow, Erik," he said. "I will give you my answer then."
FISHING BEFORE THE ROYAL PALACE IN STOCKHOLM
CHAPTER VII
THE WEDDING DATE
On the evening when Erik was visiting Herr Banker in Stockholm, Greta and Fru Hansson were sitting alone in their drawing-room at Hanssonborg. The Baron had gone to bed with a hot water bottle. He had sneezed twice after dinner.