Whatever was flat extended, whatever
was bent curved, whatever was inclined slid, and whatever was broken
refracted the more. All kinds of green tones mingled on the
flower-table, from the softest dark-green to the sharpest
yellow-green. Reddish brown tones flooded in flames across the surface
of the mahogany table, and gold gleamed and sparkled from the
knick-knacks, from the frames and moldings, but on the carpet all the
colors broke and mingled in a joyous, shimmering confusion.
Camilla sat at the window and sewed, and she and the Graces on the
mantle were quite enveloped in a reddish light from the red curtains
Mogens walked slowly up and down the room, and passed every moment in
and out of slanting beams of light of pale rainbow-colored dust.
He was in talkative mood.
"Yes," he said, "they are a curious kind of people, these with whom you
associate. There isn't a thing between heaven and earth which they
cannot dispose of in the turn of a hand. This is common, and that is
noble; this is the most stupid thing that has been done since the
creation of the world, and that is the wisest; this is so ugly, so
ugly, and that is so beautiful it cannot be described. They agree so
absolutely about all this, that it seems as if they had some sort of a
table or something like that by which they figured things out, for
they always get the same result, no matter what it may be. How alike
they are to each other, these people! Every one of them knows the same
things and talks about the same things, and all of them have the same
words and the same opinions.
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