"Araignée matin: chagrin," said Falander. "Have you never heard that?"
"What does that mean?" asked Agnes.
"A spider on the morrow: grief and sorrow."
"Hm!"
Again they grew silent. The only sound which disturbed the stillness was the sound of the rain beating in gusts against the windows.
"I read an awfully tragic book last night," presently remarked Falander. "I hardly slept a wink."
"What book was that?" asked Rehnhjelm, without betraying very much interest.
"Its title was 'Pierre Clément,' and its subject the usual woman's game. But it was told so well that it made a great impression on me."
"May I ask what the usual woman's game is?" said Agnes.
"Faithlessness and treachery!"