She then turned away at once, and went out into the kitchen.
Salve stood for a moment uncertain how to act.

Then he went to the kitchen door, and announced, shortly and sharply, that he and Gjert were going to sea that evening--they would want provisions.
The wind and rain beat wildly against the black window-panes while Elizabeth was carrying out his orders; but when she presently came in with the ale-jar and what else they were to take with them, not a trace of anxiety, or of her former emotion, was to be detected.

Her face was pale, and stony-calm; and there was something almost humble in her bearing towards her husband.

But when, for a moment, she and Gjert were left alone together in the house, drawing him hastily towards her, she whispered, in a voice choked with repressed emotion-- "Never let your father see that you are afraid, my boy." She bade her husband farewell at the door; and there was foul weather both within and without the pilot as he put to sea that evening..