“Hush—sit still—don’t open!”
They heard retreating steps on the landing. Helge frowned.
“What is it, dear?”
“Oh, I don’t know—I hope we won’t see him. We don’t wish to be disturbed, do we? Not to see anybody.”
“No,” she kissed his mouth, and, bending his head, she kissed him again on the neck behind the ear.
After dinner, when they were having coffee and liqueurs, Jenny said suddenly: “I cannot get over this about Francesca.”
“Did you not know before? I thought she had written to you.”
Jenny shook her head.
“Never a word—you could have knocked me down with a feather when I got her letter. Only a few words: ‘Tomorrow I am going to marry Ahlin.’ I had not the least suspicion of it.”
“Neither had we. They were very much together, of course, but that they were going to marry even Heggen did not know until she asked him to give her away.”