Christensen. Well, upon my word! What next, I should like to know? You claim your right to resume the role of lover, and leave us and other honest folk to put the best face we can on the muddle you have made! I suppose you are going across the road now to tell her how much you enjoyed yourself yesterday?--or to ask for a respite till to-morrow, to give you time to pass decently through a process of purification? May I ask where you are going to find it and what it is going to consist of? Oh, don't look so melodramatic! If you can put up with what you got from Riis's girl yesterday and her mother to-day, surely you can put up with a little angry talk or a little chaff from your father. I have had to put up with the whole affair--the betrothal and the breaking it off as well! And then to be sprinkled with essence of morality into the bargain! Good Lord! I hope at least I shall not smell of it still when I get to the palace. (Goes towards the house, but turns back at the door.) You will find same money in the office to pay for a trip abroad. (Exit.) Nordan. Does that mean banishment? Alfred. Of course it does. (Appears very much agitated.) Mrs. Riis. Doctor, you must come over to our house with me--and at once! Nordan. How is she? Mrs. Riis. I don't know. Nordan. You don't know? Mrs. Riis. She wanted to be alone yesterday. And to-day she went out early. Nordan. Has anything happened, then? Mrs. Riis. Yes. You told me yesterday that you had given her a hint about--her father. Nordan. Well? Mrs. Riis. And so I felt that it could not be concealed any longer. Nordan. And you have--? Mrs. Riis. I have written to her. Nordan. Written? Mrs. Riis. It seemed the easiest way--and we should escape talking about it. All yesterday afternoon and last night I was writing, and tearing it up, and writing again--writing--writing! It was not a long letter, when all was done, but it took it out of me. Nordan. And has she had the letter? Mrs. Riis. When she had had her breakfast this morning and gone out, I sent it after her. And now, my dear friend, I want to beg you to go and have a talk with her--then you can let me know when I may go to her. Because I am frightened! (Hides her face in her hands.) Nordan. The moment you came I saw something serious had happened. You argued so vehemently, too. Well, matters have developed, and no mistake! Mrs. Riis. You mustn't go away, doctor! Don't go away from her now! Nordan. Oh, that is it, is it?--Thomas! [Enter THOMAS.] Thomas. Yes, sir. Nordan. You need not pack my things. Thomas. Not pack, sir?--Very good, sir. (Gives the doctor his stick and goes to open the house door for them.) Nordan. Allow me, Mrs. Riis. (Offers her his arm.) Alfred (coming forward). Mrs. Riis! May I speak to her? Mrs. Riis. Speak to her? No, that is impossible. Nordan. You heard, my boy, what she has to think about to-day. Mrs. Riis. And if she would not speak to you before, it is not likely she will now.