"Oh, with red-wine sauce, delicious! I have splendid fishing on my estate, Oestanvik. Big fellows of bream! I fish for them myself."
"Who is the large fish there?" inquired Jacobi of Henrik, with an impatient sneer; "and what is it to him if your sister Louise is fond of bream or not?"
"Because then she might like him too, mon cher! A very fine and solid fellow is my cousin Thure of Oestanvik. I advise you to cultivate his acquaintance. What now, Gabrielle dear, what now, your Highness?"
"What is that which--"
"Yes, what is it? I shall lose my head over that riddle. Mamma dear, come and help your stupid son!"
"No, no! Mamma knows it already. She must not say it!" exclaimed Gabrielle with fear.
"What king do you place above all other kings, Magister?" asked Petrea for the second time,--having this evening her "raptus" of questioning.
"Charles the Thirteenth," answered the Candidate, and listened for what Louise was going to reply to the Landed Proprietor.
"Do you like birds, Cousin Louise?" asked the Landed Proprietor.
"Oh yes, particularly the throstle," answered Louise.