Hedvig sounded indifferent.
“Well, what about it?”
“He has taken home a creature from Majängen. He imagines it is his son ... you remember that story....”
An expression of brooding hatred came over Hedvig:
“All men are disgusting brutes,” she mumbled.
Laura smiled teasingly:
“I don’t agree....”
She really writhed with the desire to say something sarcastic, but kept quiet for diplomatic reasons.
Hedvig fidgeted impatiently. She suffered to see Laura’s fatness, her furs, her smile:
“But what can I do? Why do you come here?”