I would have lent it to a
fishwife, and gladly."
I could see that she was eager to hear what I would say. She listened
with such attention that it made her look ugly; she forgot to hold her
lips together. There she stood with the kerchief in her hand--a white
silk kerchief which she had taken from her neck. I tore off my jacket in
turn.
"For Heaven's sake put it on again," she cried. "Don't do that! Are you
so angry with me? _Herregud!_ put your jacket on, do, before you get wet
through."
I put on my jacket again.
"Where are you going?" I asked sullenly.
"No--nowhere ... I can't understand what made you take off your jacket
like that ..."
"What have you done with the Baron to-day?" I went on. "The Count can't
be out at sea on a day like this."
"Glahn, I just wanted to tell you something ..."
I interrupted her:
"May I beg you to convey my respects to the Duke?"
We looked at each other. I was ready to break in with further
interruptions as soon as she opened her mouth. At last a twinge of pain
passed over her face; I turned away and said:
"Seriously, you should send His Highness packing, Edwarda. He is not the
man for you. I assure you, he has been wondering these last few days
whether to make you his wife or not--and that is not good enough for
you.
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