"Will it not?"
The piano was becoming louder, and there was a sound of shuffling feet--the people in the sitting-room were beginning to dance.
"And what do you think--Helga is going with us," said Thora.
"Helga!"
"Didn't Anna tell you?"
"Is Helga to go with you to Italy?"
"Oh, yes, and we are delighted to have her. She's so clever and bright--Oscar can never be dull for a moment while Helga is with us."
The grave face looked sideways for a moment, and then he said, in a still gentler voice:
"I hope you'll be happy on your journey, Thora."
"I'm sure I shall. We shall all be happy. We sail by the 'Laura' to-morrow morning."