Mary alone was in good spirits. One would have supposed that she had no concern whatever in the matter. To her the day had, to all appearance, brought no disappointment. The triumphant mood in which she had been ever since she graciously proclaimed their engagement in her father's room, far from having abated, was more pronounced than ever. She went humming about the rooms and passages, and seemed to have no end of arrangements to make, as if it were she who was about to take an important and long journey. At supper she joked and teased until Jörgen began to have an uncomfortable suspicion that she was making fun of him. At last he said plainly that he could not understand her. He thought she ought rather to be sorry for him. She was to remain here in her own comfortable home, working for those whom she loved, whilst he----. Now he _hated_ what he was going back to, because it took him away from her! He repented his exchange into the diplomatic service. He loathed Stockholm. He knew what an inferior position a young man occupied there who had no good introductions, and who, in addition to this, was Norwegian. He was, in short, unhappy, and grumbled freely. "You who distinguished yourself in the confirmation class, Jörgen, don't you know that Jacob had to work seven whole years for Rachel?" "And how many have I not worked for you, Mary?" "Ah! the reason of that is that you began far too early. It's a bad habit you have acquired--that of beginning too early." "Was it possible to see you without...? You are unjust to yourself." "You had other aims, Jörgen, besides winning me." "So had that business-man, Jacob. And he had the advantage over me, that whilst working and waiting he could see Rachel as often as he liked." "Well, well--he who has waited so many years, Jörgen, can surely wait half a year longer." "It is easy for you to talk, you who have never waited--never for anything!" Mary was silent. "But that you should tease me into the bargain, Mary--I who, even when I am beside you, must exist on such meagre fare!" "You think you have cause of complaint, Jörgen?" "Yes, I do." "You began far too early, remember!" And Mary laughed. This put Jörgen out, but presently he repeated: "You don't understand what it means to wait." "So much I do understand, that it comes easier to those who live on meagre fare." And she laughed again. Jörgen was both offended and perplexed. A woman who really cared for him would hardly have behaved thus on the eve of parting from him for several months, and with such poor prospects as they had of being able to marry. They sat for a short time beside her father, and longer beside Mrs. Dawes. Jörgen was quiet--hardly spoke. But Mary was gay. Mrs. Dawes watched them in surprise. Turning to Jörgen, she said: "Poor boy, you must come here at Christmas!" Mary answered for him: "Aunt Eva, it is just at Christmas that Stockholm is pleasantest."