"It's time she had a little amusement; and the gentlemen treat her as if she were a queen!" Mr.Dyceworthy started, and his red visage became a trifle paler.
"Gentlemen?
What gentlemen ?" he demanded with some impatience.
Britta's inward delight evidently increased.
"The gentlemen from the yacht, of course," she said.

"What other _gentlemen_ are there ?" This with a contemptuous up-and-down sort of look at the Lutheran minister's portly form.

"Sir Philip Errington was here with his friend yesterday evening and stayed a long time--and today a fine boat with four oars came to fetch the master and Froeken Thelma, and they are all gone for a sail to the Kaa Fjord or some other place near here--I cannot remember the name.

And I am SO glad!" went on Britta, clasping her plump hands in ecstasy.

"They are the grandest, handsomest _Herren_ I have ever seen, and one can tell they think wonders of the Froeken--nothing is too good for her!" Mr.Dyceworthy's face was the picture of dismay.