Nordan. Be quiet! It is your daughter that is speaking. "But I will not do that," she said. "I will enter confidently into the holy estate of matrimony, and sit down by the hearth in the land of my fathers, and bring up children in the sight of my husband. But he shall be as chaste as I; for otherwise he stains my child's head, when he kisses it, and dishonours me."--There, that is what she said, and she looked so splendid as she said it. (A ring is heard at the bell.) Riis. They are upon us! They are upon us! What in the world is going to happen? We are in a muddle of the most preposterous theories! The whole heathen mythology is buzzing round in my head! (Hurries to the door to meet MR. and MRS. CHRISTENSEN, whom MARGIT is showing in.) I am so happy to see you!--so very happy! But your son? Christensen. We could not get him to come with us. Riis. I am very sorry!--At the same time, I quite understand. Christensen. I admire the beauty of this place afresh every time I see it, my dear sir! Mrs. Christensen. This beautiful old park! I wanted once--. Oh, good morning, doctor! How are you? Nordan. So, so! Riis (to MARGIT). Please tell Mrs. Riis. And--oh, there she is. (MRS. RIIS comes in by the door at the left.) And tell Miss Svava. Nordan. She is out in the park (pointing)--out that way. (Exit MARGIT.) Riis. No, this way!--That's right! Go straight on till you find her. Mrs. Christensen (who meantime has come forward with MRS. RIIS). I have been thinking so much about you the last day or two, my dear! What a tiresome business this is! Mrs. Riis. Do you mind my asking if you knew anything about it before? Mrs. Christensen. What is there that a mother--and a wife--escapes the knowledge of nowadays, my dear! She was in my service, you know. Come here! (Tells MRS. RIIS something in a whisper, ending with something about "discovery" and "dismissal.") Riis (offering the ladies chairs). Won't you sit down?--Oh, I beg your pardon! I did not see--. (Hurries to CHRISTENSEN.) Excuse me, but are you really comfortable in that chair? Christensen. Thank you, I am just as uncomfortable here as anywhere else. It is the sitting down and getting up again that bothers me more than anything else. (Looks round.) I have just been to see him. Riis. Hoff? Christensen. Honest fellow. Stupid. Riis. So long as he holds his tongue-- Christensen. He'll do that. Riis. Thank heaven for that! Then we have only ourselves to consider. I suppose it cost you a bit? Christensen. Not a penny! Riis. You got out of it cheap, then. Christensen. Yes, didn't I? Still, as a matter of fact, he has cost me quite enough already--although he knows nothing about that. Riis. Indeed? When he failed, I suppose. Christensen. No, when he married. Riis. Oh, I understand.