He went straight to the sitting-room door and listened, then he heard his name spoken; it was by the wife.
"He took the sacrament to-day," said she; "he surely thought of you." "No; he did not think of me," said Anders.

"I know him; he thinks only of himself." For a long time there was silence; the sweat poured from Baard as he stood there, although it was a cold evening.

The wife inside was busied with a kettle that crackled and hissed on the hearth; a little infant cried now and then, and Anders rocked it.

At last the wife spoke these few words:-- "I believe you both think of each other without being willing to admit it." "Let us talk of something else," replied Anders.
After a while he got up and moved towards the door.

Baard was forced to hide in the wood-shed; but to that very place Anders came to get an armful of wood.