Mrs. Tjaelde. And to make it impossible for you to trust any of us? Sannaes (shyly). I thought I had better keep it to myself. (A pause.) Tjaelde. That makes it still more painful for us--to think that you could go about in our little home circle here, where you have shared everything with us, carrying the secret of this intention hidden in your heart. Sannaes. Do not be hard on me! Believe me, if I could stay, I would; and if I could tell you the reason, I would. (A pause.) Signe (to her mother, in an undertone). Perhaps he wants to get married? Mrs. Tjaelde. Would his being here with us make any difference to that? Any one that Sannaes loved would be dear to us. Tjaelde (going up to SANNAES and putting an arm round his shoulders). Tell one of us, then, if you cannot tell us all. Is it nothing we can help you in? Sannaes. No. Tjaelde. But can you judge of that alone? One does not always realise how much some one else's advice, on the experience of an older man, may help one. Sannaes. Unfortunately it is as I say. Tjaelde. It must be something very painful, then? Sannaes. Please--! Tjaelde. Well, Sannaes, you have quite cast a cloud over to-day's happiness for us. I shall miss you as I have never missed any one. Mrs. Tjaelde. I cannot imagine the house without Sannaes! Tjaelde (to his wife). Come, dear, shall we go in again? Mrs. Tjaelde. Yes--it is not nice out here any longer. (TJAELDE takes her into the house. SIGNE turns to VALBORG to go in with her, but when she comes close to her she gives a little cry. VALBORG takes her arm, and their eyes meet.) Signe. Where have my wits been? (She goes into the house, looking back at VALBORG and SANNAES. The latter is giving way to his emotion, but as soon as his eyes fall on VALBORG he recovers himself.) Valborg (impetuously). Sannaes! Sannaes. What are your orders, Miss Valborg? Valborg (turning away from him, then turning back, but avoiding his eyes). Do you really mean to leave us? Sannaes. Yes, Miss Valborg. (A pause.) Valborg. So we shall never stand back to back at our desks in the same room again? Sannaes. No, Miss Valborg. Valborg. That is a pity; I had become so accustomed to it. Sannaes. You will easily become accustomed to some one else's--back. Valborg. Ah, some one else is some one else. Sannaes. You must excuse me, Miss Valborg; I don't feel in the humour for jesting to-day. (Turn to go.) Valborg (looking up at him). Is this to be our parting, then? (A pause.) Sannaes. I thought of taking leave of you all this afternoon. Valborg (taking a step towards him). But ought not we two to settle our accounts first? Sannaes (coldly). No, Miss Valborg. Valborg. Do you feel then that everything between us has been just as it ought? Sannaes. God knows I don't! Valborg. But you think I am to blame?--Oh, well, it doesn't matter. Sannaes. I am quite willing to take the blame. Put anyway, it is all finished with now.