"Are you very much interested in politics?" she asked timidly.

"Not in the least."

"But why do you let me sit here talking politics eternally?"

"Oh, you say everything so charmingly, that it does not matter what
you are talking about."

"That really is no compliment."

"It certainly is," he assured her eagerly, for it seemed to him she
looked quite hurt.

Camilla burst out laughing, jumped up, and ran to meet her father,
took his arm, and walked back with him to the puzzled Mogens.

When dinner was through and they had drunk their coffee up on the
balcony, the councilor suggested a walk. So the three of them went
along the small way across the main road, and along a narrow path with
stubble of rye on both sides, across the stile, and into the woods.
There was the oak and everything else; there even were still
convolvuluses on the hedge. Camilla asked Mogens to fetch some for
her. He tore them all off, and came back with both hands full.

"Thank you, I don't want so many," she said, selected a few and let the
rest fall to the ground. "Then I wish I had let them be," Mogens said
earnestly.

Camilla bent down and began to gather them up. She had expected him to