At the last in the pathway Philip raised his hat and waved it, but whether she condescended to wave her hand in answer he could not see.
Left alone, she sighed, and went slowly into the house to resume her spinning.

Hearing the whirr of the wheel, the servant Britta entered.
"You are not going in the boat, Froeken ?" she asked in a tone of mingled deference and affection.
Thelma looked up, smiled faintly, and shook her head in the negative.
"It is late, Britta, and I am tired." And the deep blue eyes had an intense dreamy light within them as they wandered from the wheel to the wide-open window, and rested on the majestic darkness of the overshadowing, solemn pines..