Edgar was still mulling over Ragna’s visit to Dreng’s Ferry. “Sometimes it’s a comfort to be loved,” she had said, and he was sure she was speaking of his love for her. She had let him hold her hands. And afterward, she had said: “Will they know what we’ve been doing?” and he had asked himself what, exactly, they had been doing. So she knew that he loved her, and she was glad that he loved her, and she felt that in holding hands they had done something that she would not like others to know about. What did all this add up to?
