Lena, Lena! where are you?
Make haste! What a good wife! Just think, twins the first time!" It was not easy to tell what Per's thoughts were as he stood again alone looking over the sea.

Thus had the billows rolled to and fro in storm and sunshine, whilst he had waited and waited.

And this was what he had waited for! He drew a long breath, and his face seemed to grow clearer again as he slowly nodded his head several times towards the ocean.
Per's wife made many apologies, as is but right and proper on such occasions, for the repast, which, however, consisted of coffee, with cream and sugar, bread and butter and cakes, and lastly a dish of small lobsters.

She insisted that it was a shame to offer such small lobsters to her guests.

It was a pity they had not some larger ones.
But now it was just one of the pastor's favourite theories, and which he always defended with much energy and conviction, namely, that small lobsters are really better and more delicate than large ones.