"But you are looking for nine more ladies. You want a wide choice. You have still the greater part of your work before you." "I know. Why do you tell me that?" "Because you do not seem pleased to get them." "Oh yes, I am; but I am tired to-night, and the idea of nine more ladies makes me feel--feel sleepy." She stood under the lamp, holding the packet loosely by its string and smiling up to him. There were shadows in her eyes, he thought, where he was used to seeing two cheerful little lights shining, and a faint ruefulness in the smile. "Well, if you are tired you must go to bed," he said, in such a matter of fact tone that they both laughed. "No, I mustn't," said Anna; "I am on my way to Herr Dellwig at this very moment. He's in there," she said, with a motion of her head towards the dining-room door. "Tell me," she added, lowering her voice, "have you got a brick-kiln at Lohm?" "A brick-kiln? No. Why do you want to know?" "But why haven't you got a brick-kiln?" "Because there is nothing to make bricks with. Lohm is almost entirely sand." "He says there is splendid clay here in one part, and wants to build one." "Who? Dellwig?" "Sh--sh." "Your uncle would have built one long ago if there really had been clay. I must look at the place he means. I cannot remember any such place. And it is unlikely that it should be as he says. Pray do not agree to any propositions of the kind hastily." "It would cost heaps to set it going, wouldn't it?" "Yes, and probably bring in nothing at all." "But he tries to make out that it would be quite cheap. He says the timber could all be got out of the forest. I can't bear the thought of cutting down a lot of trees." "If you can't bear the thought of anything he proposes, then simply refuse to consider it." "But he talks and talks till it really seems that he is right. He told me just now that it would double the value of the estate." "I don't believe it." "If I made bricks, according to him I could take in twice as many poor ladies." "I believe you will be happier with fewer ladies and no bricks," said Axel with great positiveness. Anna stood thinking. Her eyes were fixed on the tip of the finger she had passed through the loop of string that tied the letters together, and she watched it as the packet twisted round and round and pinched it redder and redder. "I suppose you never wanted to be a woman," she said, considering this phenomenon with apparent interest. Axel laughed. "The mere question makes you laugh," she said, looking up quickly. "I never heard of a man who did want to. But lots of women would give anything to be men." "And you are one of them?" "Yes." He laughed again.