"But, do you know, Mr.Gueldmar, you are making life unpleasant for us just now, by turning us out?
The conversation is becoming interesting! Why not prolong it?
We have no friends in Bosekop, and we are to anchor here for some days.

Surely you will allow us to come and see you again ?" Olaf Gueldmar was silent.

He advanced a step nearer, and studied them both with such earnest and searching scrutiny, that as they remembered the real attraction that had drawn them thither, the conscious blood mounted to their faces, flushing Errington's forehead to the very roots of his curly brown hair.

Still the old man gazed as though he sought to read their very souls.

He muttered something to himself in Norwegian, and, finally, to their utter astonishment, he drew his hunting-knife from its sheath, and with a rapid, wild gesture, threw it on the ground and placed his foot upon it.
"Be it so!" he said briefly.