“Yes.”
“I will tell Lennart everything. I don’t know if he will understand me—I don’t myself, but I am going to tell him the truth always. Should I not, Jenny?”
“When you think it is right you should do so. One must always do what one thinks right, and never do anything one is not absolutely sure about.”
“Good-night, Jenny dear.” She embraced her friend with sudden earnestness. “Thank you! It is so lovely to have you to talk to; you are so good, and you know how to take me. You and Gunnar always get me on to the right way. I don’t know what I should do if it weren’t for you.”
Then, standing by the bed, she said: “Won’t you come through Stockholm when you go abroad this autumn? Please, do! You could stay with us. I am getting a thousand kroner from father because he is going to give Borghild the same for her trip to Paris.”
“Thanks, I should like to, but I don’t know yet what I am going to do.”
“Do come if you can! Are you sleepy? Do you want me to go now?”
“I am a little tired,” and, pulling Cesca’s head down, she kissed her. “God bless you, darling.”
“Thank you.” Cesca went across the floor on her bare feet; at the door she turned, saying in a sad, childish voice: “I do wish Lennart and I could be happy!”