- You know you are. - He said. – Don’t tell me stories and go off on tangents, Miss Solveig.
- Understand, my dear. - I said. – If you try, you need to understand that you don't want to listen to me...
— I don't want to hear it. – The other countered.
- Oh, you know what I think, you should listen to me, because otherwise it wouldn't be reasonable at all. - She said.
- I didn't understand what you said because the housekeeper, who didn't approach me
- Trying to escape or lying doesn't help. – The other said.
during dinner. But I don't doubt what you told me, and I'm sorry to hear it.
— You don't need to make a virtue of it.
— No, my dear. It would be complete nonsense.
She was still standing by the bed and then she bent down (but still with the same displeased face) and kissed Yrsa.
- I know this done. – Then, she retreated gently, without much fanfare.