"Oh! Madame Hogg wouldn't have shed a tear--" "Oh, Mister Sylvius." "No, I tell you, for the very good reason that there is no Madame Hogg.

Nor can I ever imagine what Madame Hogg would be like, stout or thin, tall or short." "She would, of course, be amiable, intelligent and good, being your wife," replied Hulda, naively.
"Do you really think so, mademoiselle?
Well, well, I believe you! I believe you!" "But on hearing of such a calamity, Mister Sylvius," remarked Joel, "your relatives and many friends--" "I have no relatives to speak of, but I have quite a number of friends, not counting those I have just made in Dame Hansen's house, and you have spared them the trouble of weeping for me.

But tell me, children, you can keep me here a few days, can you not ?" "As long as you please, Mister Sylvius," replied Hulda.

"This room belongs to you." "You see, I intended to stop awhile at Dal as all tourists do, and radiate from here all over the Telemark district; but now, whether I shall radiate, or I shall not radiate, remains to be seen." "Oh, you will be on your feet again before the end of the week, I hope, Mister Sylvius," remarked Joel.
"So do I, my boy." "And then I will escort you anywhere in the district that you care to go." "We'll see about that when Richard is himself again.

I still have two months leave before me, and even if I should be obliged to spend the whole of it under Dame Hansen's roof I should have no cause for complaint.