roguishly and questioningly at him.

"I cannot bear Carlsen," he said angrily, and tossed his head.

"Well, and then."

"And then you are very, very sweet," he murmured with a comic
tenderness.

"And then?"

"And then," he burst out, "he looks at you and listens to you and talks
to you in a way I don't like. He is to quit that, for you are mine and
not his. Aren't you? You are not his, not his in any way. You are
mine, you have bonded yourself to me as the doctor did to the devil;
you are mine, body and soul, skin and bones, till all eternity."

She nodded a little frightened, looked trustfully at him; her eyes
filled with tears, then she pressed close to him and he put his arms
around her, bent over her, and kissed her on the forehead.

The same evening Mogens went to the station with the councilor who had
received a sudden order in reference to an official tour which he was
to make. On this account Camilla was to go to her aunt's the next
morning and stay there until he returned,

When Mogens had seen his future father-in-law off, he went home,
thinking of the fact that he now would not see Camilla for several
days. He turned into the street where she lived. It was long and
narrow and little frequented. A cart rumbled away at the furthest end;