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THREE COMEDIES


By Bjoernstjerne M. Bjoernson




INTRODUCTION

BJORNSTJERNE BJORNSON--poet, dramatist, novelist, and politician, and
the most notable figure in contemporary Norwegian history--was born, in
December 1832, at Kvikne in the north of Norway. His father was pastor
at Kvikne, a remote village in the Oesterdal district, some sixty miles
south of Trondhiem; a lonely spot, whose atmosphere and surroundings
Bjoernson afterwards described in one of his short sketches ("Blakken").
The pastor's house lay so high up on the "fjeld" that corn would not
grow on its meadows, where the relentless northern winter seemed to
begin so early and end so late. The Oesterdal folk were a wild, turbulent
lot in those days--so much so, that his predecessor (who had never
ventured into the church without his pistol in his pocket) had
eventually run away and flatly refused to return, with the result that
the district was pastorless for some years until the elder Bjoernson came
to it.

It was in surroundings such as this, and with scarcely any playfellows,
that Bjornstjerne Bjornson spent the first six years of his life; and
the sturdy independence of his nature may have owed something to the
unaccommodating life of his earliest days, just as the poetical
impulse that was so strong in his developed character probably had its
beginnings in the impressions of beauty he received in the years that
immediately followed. For, when he was six, a welcome change came. His
father was transferred to the tranquil pastorate of Naes, at the mouth
of the Romsdal, one of the fairest spots in Norway. Here Bjornson spent
the rest of his childhood, in surroundings of beauty and peacefulness,
going to school first at Molde and afterwards at Christiania, to pass
on later to the Christiania University where he graduated in 1852. As a
boy, his earliest biographer tells us, he was fully determined to be
a poet--and, naturally, the foremost poet of his time!--but, as years
passed, he gained a soberer estimate of his possibilities. At the
University he was one of a group of kindred spirits with eager literary
leanings, and it did not take him long to gain a certain footing in the
world of journalism. His work for the first year or two was mainly in
the domain of dramatic criticism, but the creative instinct was growing
in him. A youthful effort of his--a drama entitled Valborg--was actually
accepted for production at the Christiania theatre, and the author,
according to custom, was put on the "free list" at once. The experience
he gained, however, by assiduous attendance at the theatre so convinced
him of the defects in his own bantling, that he withdrew it before
performance--a heroic act of self-criticism rare amongst young authors.

His first serious literary efforts were some peasant tales, whose
freshness and vividness made an immediate and remarkable impression and
practically ensured his future as a writer, while their success inspired
him with the desire to create a kind of peasant "saga." He wrote of what
he knew, and a delicate sense of style seemed inborn in him. The best
known of these tales are Synnoeve Solbakken (1857) and Arne (1858). They
were hailed as giving a revelation of the Norwegian character, and the
first-named was translated into English as early as 1858. He was thus
made known to (or, at any rate, accessible to) English readers many
years before Ibsen, though his renown was subsequently overshadowed,
out of their own country, by the enormous vogue of the latter's works.
Ibsen, too, has been far more widely translated (and is easier to
translate) into English than Bjornson. Much of the latter's finest work,
especially in his lyrical poetry and his peasant stories, has a charm of
diction that it is almost impossible to reproduce in translation. Ibsen
and Bjornson, who inevitably suggest comparison when either's work is
dealt with, were closely bound by friendship as well as admiration until
a breach was caused by Bjornson's taking offence at a supposed attack
on him in Ibsen's early play The League of Youth, Bjornson considering
himself to be lampooned in the delineation of one of the characters
thereof. The breach, however, was healed many years later, when, at the
time of the bitter attacks that were made upon Ibsen in consequence of
the publication of Ghosts, Bjornson came into the field of controversy
with a vigorous and generous championing of his rival.

Bjornson's dramatic energies, as was the case with Ibsen in his early
days, first took the form of a series of historical dramas--Sigurd
Slembe, Konge Sverre, and others; and he was intimately connected with
the theatre by being for two periods theatrical director, from 1857 to
1859 at Bergen and from 1865 to 1867 at Christiania. Previous to the
latter engagement a stipend granted to him by the Norwegian government
enabled him to travel for two or three years in Europe; and during those
years his pen was never idle--poems, prose sketches, and tales flowing
from it in abundance. De Nygifte (The Newly-Married Couple), the
first of the three plays in the present volume, was produced at the
Christiania theatre in the first year of his directorship there.

The two volumes, Digte og Sange (Poems and Songs) and Arnljot Gelline,
which comprise the greater proportion of Bjornson's poetry, both
appeared in 1870. Digte og Sange was republished, in an enlarged
edition, ten years later. It contains the poem "Ja, vi elsker dette
Landet" ("Yes, we love this land of ours"), which, set to inspiring
music by Nordraak, became Norway's most favourite national song, as
well as another of the same nature--"Fremad! Fremad!" ("Forward!
Forward!")--which, sung to music of Grieg's, ran it hard in popularity.
Of "Ja, vi elsker dette Landet," Bjornson used to say that the greatest
tribute he had ever had to its hold upon his fellow-countrymen's hearts
was when, on one occasion during the poet's years of vigorous political
activity, a crowd of fervid opponents came and broke his windows with
stones; after which, turning to march away triumphantly, they felt the
need (ever present to the Scandinavian in moments of stress) of singing,
and burst out with one accord into the "Ja, vi elsker dette Landet" of
their hated political adversary. "They couldn't help it; they had to
sing it!" the poet used to relate delightedly.

Of the birth of "Fremad! Fremad!" Grieg has left an account which
gives an amusing picture of the infectious enthusiasm that was one
of Bjornson's strongest characteristics. Grieg had given him, as a
Christmas present, the first series of his "Lyrical Pieces" for the
pianoforte, and had afterwards played some of them to the poet, who
was especially struck with one melody which Grieg had called
"Fadrelandssang" ("Song of the Fatherland"). Bjornson there and then, to
the composer's great gratification, protested that he must write words
to fit the air. (It must be mentioned that each strophe of the melody
starts with a refrain consisting of two strongly accented notes, which
suggest some vigorous dissyllabic word.) A day or two later Grieg met
Bjornson, who was in the full throes of composition, and exclaimed to
him that the song was going splendidly, and that he believed all the
youth of Norway would adopt it enthusiastically; but that he was still
puzzled over the very necessary word to fit the strongly marked refrain.
However, he was not going to give it up. Next morning, when Grieg was
in his room peacefully giving a piano lesson to a young lady, a furious
ringing was heard at his front-door bell, as if the ringer would tear
the bell from its wires, followed by a wild shout of "'Fremad! Fremad!'
Hurrah, I have got it! 'Fremad!'" Bjornson, for of course the intruder
was he, rushed into the house the moment the maid's trembling fingers
could open the door, and triumphantly chanted the completed song to
them, over and over again, amidst a din of laughter and congratulations.

His first experiments in the "social drama," plays dealing with the
tragedies and comedies of every-day life in his own country, were made
at about the same time as Ibsen's; that is to say, in the seventies.
Bjornson's first successes in that field, which made him at once a
popular dramatist, were Redaktoeren (The Editor) in 1874 and En Fallit
(A Bankruptcy) in 1875. The latter especially was hailed as the earliest
raising of the veil upon Norwegian domestic life, and as a remarkable
effort in the detection of drama in the commonplace. Before he wrote
these, Bjornson had again been for some years out of Norway; and, as in
the case of Ibsen, who began the writing of his "social dramas" when in
voluntary exile, absence seemed to enable him to observe the familiar
from a new standpoint and in the proper perspective.

After his first successes in this line, when his plays (and his poems
and tales to an equal extent) had made him popular and honoured among
his own people, Bjornson settled at Aulestad, which remained his home
for the rest of his life. He also became a doughty controversialist in
social and religious matters, and the first outcome of this phase was
his play Leonarda (the second in this volume), which was first performed
in 1879, to be followed by Det ny System (The New System) later in
the same year. These works aroused keen controversy, but were not such
popular stage successes as his earlier plays. Moreover, about this time,
on his return from a visit to America, he plunged into the vortex of
political controversy as an aggressive radical. He was a vigorous and
very persuasive orator; and in that capacity, as well as in that of
writer of political articles and essays, was an uncompromising foe to
the opportunist theories which he held to be degrading the public life
of his country. The opposition he aroused by his fearless championship
of whatever he considered a rightful cause was so bitter that he was
eventually obliged to retire from Norway for two or three years. So much
did this temporarily affect his literary reputation at home, that when,
in 1883, he had written En Hanske (A Gauntlet--the third play here
translated) he found at first considerable difficulty in getting it
performed. Later, however, he became a political hero to a large section
of his compatriots, and by degrees won back fully the place he had
occupied in their hearts. He enthusiastically espoused the cause of
the projected separation from Sweden, though when that matter came to a
crisis he exercised an invaluable influence on the side of moderation.

For the remainder of his life he continued to be prolific in literary
production, with an ever increasing renown amongst European men of
letters, and an ever deepening personal hold upon the affections of
his fellow-countrymen. In 1903 he was awarded the Nobel prize for
literature. During his later years he, like Ibsen, was a determined
opponent of the movement to replace the Dano-Norwegian language, which
had hitherto been the literary vehicle of Norwegian writers, by the
"Bonde-Maal"--or "Ny Norsk" ("New Norwegian"), as it has lately been
termed. This is an artificial hybrid composed from the Norwegian peasant
dialects, by the use of which certain misguided patriots were (and
unfortunately still are) anxious to dissociate their literature from
that of Denmark. Bjornson, and with him most of the soberer spirits
amongst Norwegian writers, had realised that the door which had so long
shut out Norway from the literature of Europe must be, as he put it,
opened from the inside; and he rightly considered that the ill-judged
"Bonde-Maal" movement could only have the result of wedging the door
more tightly shut.

He died, in April 1910, in Paris, where for some years he had always
spent his winters, and was buried at home with every mark of honour and
regret, a Norwegian warship having been sent to convey his remains back
to his own land.

He was a man of very lovable personality and of the kindest heart;
easily moved by any tale of oppression or injustice, and of wide-armed
(albeit sometimes in judicious) generosity; more apt, in the affairs
of everyday life, to be governed by his heart than by his head, and as
simple as a child in many matters. His wife was an ideal helpmate to
him, and their family life very happy.

The Newly-Married Couple (1865) offers a considerable contrast to the
other two plays here presented. It belongs to the school of Scribe
and the "soliloquy," and the author avails himself of the recognised
dramatic conventions of the day. At the same time, though the characters
may be conventional in type, they are, thanks to Bjornson's sense of
humour, alive; and the theme of the estrangement and reconciliation of
the "newly-married couple" is treated with delicacy and charm. It is
true that it is almost unbelievable that the hero could be so stupid as
to allow the "confidante" to accompany his young wife when he at last
succeeds in wresting her from her parents' jealous clutches; but, on the
other hand, that lady, with her anonymous novel that revealed the truth
to the young couple, was necessary to the plot as a "dea ex machina."
The play was, and is, immensely popular on the Scandinavian stage, and
still holds the boards on others. It has been translated into Swedish,
German, English, Dutch, Italian, Polish and Finnish.

Leonarda (1879) marks just as striking an advance upon Bjornson's early
plays as the first of Ibsen's "social dramas" did upon his. Unreal stage
conventions have disappeared, the characterisation is convincing, and
the dialogue, if more prolix than Ibsen's (as is throughout the case
with Bjornson), is always interesting and individual. The emotional
theme of the play, the love of an older woman for her adopted daughter's
young lover, is treated with the poetic touch that pervades all
Bjornson's work; and the controversial theme, that of religious
tolerance, with a sane restraint. It cannot be denied, however, that
Bjornson's changed and unorthodox attitude towards religious matters--an
attitude little expected except by those who knew him best--contributed
a good deal towards the temporary waning of his popularity at this time.
Leonarda is (like A Gauntlet) a good example of the root difference
between Bjornson's and Ibsen's treatment of problems in their dramas.
Ibsen contented himself with diagnosing social maladies; Bjornson's more
genial nature hints also at the remedy, or at least at a palliative.
Ibsen is a stern judge; Bjornson is, beyond that, a prophet of better
things. Whereas Ibsen is first and foremost a dramatist, Bjornson is
rather by instinct the novelist who casts his ideas in dramatic form,
and is concerned to "round up" the whole. As Brandes says, in the course
of his sympathetic criticism of the two writers, "Ibsen is in love
with the idea, and its psychological and logical consequences....
Corresponding to this love of the abstract idea in Ibsen, we have in
Bjornson the love of humankind." Bjornson, moreover, was a long way
behind Ibsen in constructive skill. As regards the technical execution
of Leonarda, its only obvious weakness is a slight want of vividness
in the presentation of the thesis. The hiatuses between the acts leave
perhaps too much to the imagination, and the play needs more than a
cursory reading for us to grasp the full import of the actions and
motives of its personages. Leonarda has not been previously translated
into English; though Swedish, French, German and Finnish versions of it
exist.

A Gauntlet (finished in 1883) shows a great advance in dramatic
technique. The whole is closely knit and coherent, and the problems
involved are treated with an exhaustiveness that is equally fair to both
sides. As has been already said, the plays that had preceded it from
Bjornson's pen aroused such active controversy that he found it at first
impossible to get A Gauntlet produced in his own country. Its first
performance was in Hamburg, in 1883, and for that the author modified
and altered it greatly. Eventually it was played, in its original form,
in the Scandinavian countries, and in its turn stirred up a bitter
controversy on the ethics of male and female morality as regards
marriage. It was currently said that hundreds of contemplated marriages
were broken off in Norway as an effect of its statement of a vital
problem. The remodelling the play originally underwent for its
performance in Germany was drastic. The second and third acts were
entirely recast, the character of Dr. Nordan was omitted and others
introduced, and the ending was changed. The first version was, however,
evidently the author's favourite, and it is that that is presented
here. Bjornson never published the recast version, and in the "memorial
edition" of his works it is the present version that is given. The
recast version was translated into English by Mr. Osman Edwards and
produced (in an "adapted" and mangled form, for which the translator was
not responsible) at the Royalty Theatre in London in 1894.

R. FARQUHARSON SHARP.




BIBLIOGRAPHY

DRAMATIC AND POETIC WORKS.--Mellem Slagene (Between the Battles), 1857.
Halte-Hulda (Lame Hulda), 1858. Kong Sverre (King Sverre), 1861. Sigurd
Slembe (Sigurd the Bastard), 1862; translated by W. M. Payne, 1888.
Maria Stuart i Skotland, 1864. De Nygifte (The Newly-Married Couple),
1865; translated by T. Soelfeldt, 1868; by S. and E. Hjerleid, 1870; as
A Lesson in Marriage, by G. I. Colbron, 1911. Sigurd Jorsalfar (Sigurd
the Crusader), 1872. Redaktoeren (The Editor), 1874. En Fallit (A
Bankruptcy), 1874. Kongen (The King), 1877. Leonarda, 1879. Det
ny System (The New System), 1879. En Hanske, 1883; translated as A
Gauntlet, by H. L. Braekstad 1890; by Osman Edwards 1894. Over AEvne
(Beyond our Strength), Part I., 1883; translated as Pastor Sang, by
W. Wilson, 1893; Part II., 1895. Geografi og Kaerlighed (Geography and
Love), 1885; Paul Lange og Tora Parsberg, 1898; translated by H. L.
Braekstad, 1899. Laboremus, 1901; translation published by Chapman and
Hall, 1901. Paa Storhove (At Storhove), 1904; Daglannet, 1904; Naar den
ny Vin blomstrer (When the Vineyards are in Blossom), 1909.

Digte og Sange (Poems and Songs), 1870; Arnljot Gelline, 1870.


FICTION.--Synnoeve Solbakken 1857; translated as Trust and Trial, by Mary
Howitt, 1858; as Love and Life in Norway, by Hon. Augusta Bethell and A.
Plesner, 1870; as The Betrothal, in H. and A. Zimmern's Half-hours with
Foreign Novelists, 1880; also translated by Julie Sutter, 1881; by R. B.
Anderson, 1881. Arne, 1858; translated by T. Krag, 1861; by A. Plesner
and S. Rugeley-Powers, 1866; by R. B. Anderson, 1881; by W. Low (Bohn's
Library), 1890. Smaastykker (Sketches), 1860. En glad Gut, 1860;
translated as Ovind, by S. and E. Hjerleid 1869; as The Happy Boy, by
R. B. Anderson, 1881; as The Happy Lad (published by Blackie), 1882.
Fiskerjenten, 1868 translated as The Fisher Maiden, by M. E. Niles,
1869; as The Fishing Girl, by A. Plesner and F. Richardson, 1870; as The
Fishing Girl, by S. and E. Hjerleid, 1871; as The Fisher Maiden, by R.
B. Anderson, 1882. Brude-Slaatten, 1873; translated as The Bridal March,
by R. B. Anderson, 1882; by J. E. Williams, 1893. Fortaellinger (Tales),
1872. Magnhild, 1877; translated by R. B. Anderson, 1883. Kaptejn
Mansana, 1879; translated as Captain Mansana by R. B. Anderson, 1882.
Det flager i Byen og paa Havnen (Flags are Flying in Town and Port),
1884; translated as The Heritage of the Kurts, by C Fairfax 1892. Paa
Guds Veje, 1889; translated as In God's Way, by E. Carmichael, 1890.
Nye Fortaellinger (New Tales), 1894; To Fortaelinger (Two Tales), 1901;
Mary, 1906. Collected edition of the Novels, translated into English,
edited by E. Gosse, 13 vols., 1895-1909.

[See Life of Bjornson by W. M. Payne, 1910; E. Gosse's Study of the
Writings of Bjornson, in edition of Novels, 1895; H. H. Boyesen's Essays
on Scandinavian Literature, 1895; G. Brandes' Critical Studies of Ibsen
and Bjornson, 1899.]



CONTENTS

     THE NEWLY-MARRIED COUPLE
     LEONARDA
     A GAUNTLET




THE NEWLY-MARRIED COUPLE

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

     The FATHER.
     The MOTHER.
     LAURA, their daughter.
     AXEL, her husband.
     MATHILDE, her friend.




ACT I

(SCENE.--A handsomely furnished, carpeted room, with a door at the back
leading to a lobby. The FATHER is sitting on a couch on the left-hand
side, in the foreground, reading a newspaper. Other papers are lying on
a small table in front of him. AXEL is on another couch drawn up in a
similar position on the right-hand side. A newspaper, which he is not
reading, is lying on his knee. The MOTHER is sitting, sewing, in an
easy-chair drawn up beside a table in the middle of the room.)

[LAURA enters.]

Laura. Good morning, mother! (Kisses her.)

Mother. Good morning, dear. Have you slept well?

Laura. Very well, thanks. Good morning, dad! (Kisses him.)

Father. Good morning, little one, good morning. Happy and in good
spirits?

Laura. Very. (Passes in front of AXEL.) Good morning, Axel! (Sits down
at the table, opposite her mother.)

Axel. Good morning.

Mother. I am very sorry to say, my child, that I must give up going to
the ball with you to-night. It is such a long way to go, in this cold
spring weather.

Father (without looking up from his paper). Your mother is not well. She
was coughing in the night.

Laura. Coughing again?

Father. Twice. (The MOTHER coughs, and he looks up.) There, do you hear
that? Your mother must not go out, on any account.

Laura. Then I won't go, either.

Father. That will be just as well; it is such raw weather. (To the
MOTHER.) But you have no shawl on, my love; where is your shawl?

Laura. Axel, fetch mother's shawl; it is hanging in the lobby. (AXEL
goes out into the lobby.)

Mother. We are not really into spring yet. I am surprised the stove is
not lit in here.

Laura (to AXEL, who is arranging the shawl over the MOTHER'S shoulders).
Axel, ring the bell and let us have a fire. (He does so, and gives the
necessary instructions to the Servant.)

Mother. If none of us are going to the ball, we ought to send them a
note. Perhaps you would see to that, Axel?

Axel. Certainly--but will it do for us to stay away from this ball?

Laura. Surely you heard father say that mother has been coughing in the
night.

Axel. Yes, I heard; but the ball is being given by the only friend I
have in these parts, in your honour and mine. We are the reason of the
whole entertainment--surely we cannot stay away from it?

Laura. But it wouldn't be any pleasure to us to go without mother.

Axel. One often has to do what is not any pleasure.

Laura. When it is a matter of duty, certainly. But our first duty is to
mother, and we cannot possibly leave her alone at home when she is ill.

Axel. I had no idea she was ill.

Father (as he reads). She coughed twice in the night. She coughed only a
moment ago.

Mother. Axel means that a cough or two isn't illness, and he is quite
right.

Father (still reading). A cough may be a sign of something very serious.
(Clears his throat.) The chest--or the lungs. (Clears his throat again.)
I don't think I feel quite the thing myself, either.

Laura. Daddy dear, you are too lightly clothed.

Mother. You dress as if it were summer--and it certainly isn't that.

Father. The fire will burn up directly. (Clears his throat again.) No,
not quite the thing at all.

Laura. Axel! (He goes up to her.) You might read the paper to us till
breakfast is ready.

Axel. Certainly. But first of all I want to know if we really are not to
go to the ball?

Laura. You can go, if you like, and take our excuses.

Mother. That wouldn't do. Remember you are married now.

Axel. That is exactly why it seems to me that Laura cannot stay at home.
The fact that she is my wife ought to have most weight with her now; and
this ball is being given for us two, who have nothing the matter with
us, besides being mainly a dance for young people--

Mother. And not for old folk.

Laura. Thank you; mother has taken to dancing again since I have grown
up. I have never been to a ball without mother's leading off the dances.

Mother. Axel apparently thinks it would have been much better if I had
not done so.

Father (as he reads). Mother dances most elegantly.

Axel. Surely I should know that, seeing how often I have had the honour
of leading off with mother. But on this occasion forty or fifty people
have been invited, a lot of trouble and expense incurred and a lot of
pleasure arranged, solely for our sakes. It would be simply wicked to
disappoint them.

Father (still reading). We can give a ball for them, in return.

Mother. All the more as we owe heaps of people an invitation.

Laura. Yes, that will be better; we have more room here, too. (A pause.)

Axel (leaning over LAURA'S chair). Think of your new ball dress--my
first present to you. Won't that tempt you? Blue muslin, with silver
stars all over it? Shall they not shine for the first time to-night?

Laura (smiling). No, there would be no shine in the stars if mother were
not at the dance.

Axel. Very well--I will send our excuses. (Turns to go out.)

Father (still reading). Perhaps it will be better for me to write. (AXEL
stops.)

Mother. Yes, you will do it best.

[MATHILDE comes in, followed by a Servant, who throws the doors open.]

Mathilde. Breakfast is ready.

Father (taking his wife's arm). Keep your shawl on, my dear; it is cold
in the hall. (They go out.)

Axel (as he offers LAURA his arm and leads her towards the door). Let me
have a word with you, before we follow them!

Laura. But it is breakfast time.

Axel (to MATHILDE, who is standing behind them waiting). Do you mind
going on? (MATHILDE goes out, followed by the Servant. AXEL turns to
LAURA.) Will nothing move you? Go with me to this dance!

Laura. I thought that was what you were going to say.

Axel. For _my_ sake!

Laura. But you saw for yourself that mother and father do not wish it?

Axel. _I_ wish it.

Laura. When mother and father do not?

Axel. Then I suppose you are their daughter in the first place, and my
wife only in the second?

Laura (with a laugh). Well, that is only natural.

Axel. No, it is not natural; because two days ago you promised to
forsake your father and your mother and follow me.

Laura (laughing). To the ball? I certainly never promised that.

Axel. Wherever I wish.

Laura. But you mustn't wish that, Axel darling--because it is quite
impossible.

Axel. It is quite possible, if you like to do it.

Laura. Yes, but I don't like.

Axel. That same day you also heard that a man is his wife's lord and
master. You must be willing to leave them, if I wish it; it was on those
terms that you gave me your hand, you obstinate little woman.

Laura. It was just so as to be able to be always with father and mother,
that I did it.

Axel. So that was it. Then you have no wish to be always with me?

Laura. Yes--but not to forsake them.

Axel. Never?

Laura. Never? (Softly.) Yes, some day--when I must.

Axel. When must you?

Laura. When? When mother and father--are gone. But why think about such
things?

Axel. Don't cry, darling! Listen to me. Would you never be willing to
follow me--until they have left us?

Laura. No!--how can you think so?

Axel. Ah, Laura, you don't love me.

Laura. Why do you say such a thing? You only want to make me unhappy.

Axel. You don't even know what love is.

Laura. I don't?--That is not kind of you.

Axel. Tell me what it is then, sweetheart!

Laura (kissing him). Now you mustn't talk about it any more; because you
know, if you do, I shall have red eyes, and then father and mother will
want to know why they are red, and I shall not be able to tell them, and
it will be very embarrassing.

Axel. Better a few tears now than many later on.

Laura. But what have I done to cry about?

Axel. You have given your hand without giving your heart with it; your
tongue said "yes," but not your will; you have given yourself without
realising what it means. And so, what ought to be the greatest and
purest happiness in my life begins to turn to sorrow, and the future
looks dark.

Laura. Oh, dear!--and is all this my fault?

Axel. No, it is my own fault. I have been deluding myself with
flattering hopes. I thought it would be so easy a matter for my love
to awaken yours; but I cannot make you understand me. Every way I have
tried has failed. So I must call up my courage, and try the last chance.

Laura. The last chance? What do you mean?

Axel. Laura, I can't tell you how dearly I love you!

Laura. If you did, you wouldn't hurt me. I never hurt you.

Axel. Well, give in to me in just this one thing, and I shall believe it
is the promise of more. Go with me to the ball!

Laura. You know I cannot do that!

Axel. Ah! then I dare not delay any longer!

Laura. You frighten me! You look so angry.

Axel. No, no. But things cannot go on like this any longer. I can't
stand it!

Laura. Am I so bad, then? No one ever told me so before.

Axel. Don't cry, my dainty little fairy. You have nothing to blame
yourself for--except for being so bewitchingly sweet whether you are
laughing or crying. You exhale sweetness like a flower. I want your
influence to pervade every place where I am, to distract me when I am
moody and laugh away my longings. Hush, hush--no red eyes. Let no one
see that. Here is your mother coming--no, it is Mathilde.

[Enter MATHILDE.]

Mathilde. Your coffee is getting cold.

Axel. We are just coming. At least, Laura is. I want to speak to you for
a moment, if I may.

Mathilde. To me?

Axel. If you will allow me.

Mathilde. By all means.

Laura. But you are coming in to breakfast?

Axel. In a moment, darling.

Laura. And you are not angry with me any longer?

Axel (following her). I never was that. I never could be!

Laura. I am so glad! (Runs out.)

Mathilde. What is it you want?

Axel. Can you keep a secret?

Mathilde. No.

Axel. You won't?

Mathilde. No.

Axel. You won't share any more confidences with me? (Takes her hand.)
You used to--

Mathilde (drawing back her hand and moving away from him). Yes, I used
to.

Axel. Why won't you any longer? (Goes up to her.) What is changed?

Mathilde. You. You are married now.

Axel. No, that is just what I am not.

Mathilde. Indeed.

Axel. You have sharp eyes. You must have seen that.

Mathilde. I thought it was all just as you wished.

Axel. You are giving me very abrupt answers. Have I offended you?

Mathilde. What makes you ask that?

Axel. Because lately you have avoided me. Remember how kind you were
to me once--indeed, that I owe you everything. It was through you, you
know, that I got at her. I had to make assignations with you, in order
to meet her. I had to offer you my arm so as to be able to give her the
other, and to talk to you so that she might hear my voice. The little
darling thought she was doing you a service--

Mathilde. When as a matter of fact it was I that was doing her one--

Axel. Yes, and without suspecting it! That was the amusing part of it.

Mathilde. Yes, that was the amusing part of it.

Axel. But soon people began to say that you and I were secretly engaged,
and that we were making a stalking-horse of Laura; so for her sake I had
to bring matters to a head rather quickly.

Mathilde. Yes, you took a good many people by surprise.

Axel. Including even yourself, I believe--not to mention the old folk
and Laura. But the worst of it is that I took my own happiness by
surprise, too.

Mathilde. What do you mean?

Axel. Of course I knew Laura was only a child; but I thought she would
grow up when she felt the approach of love. But she has never felt its
approach; she is like a bud that will not open, and I cannot warm the
atmosphere. But you could do that--you, in whom she has confided all her
first longings--you, whose kind heart knows so well how to sacrifice its
happiness for others. You know you are to some extent responsible, too,
for the fact that the most important event in her life came upon her a
little unpreparedly; so you ought to take her by the hand and guide her
first steps away from her parents and towards me--direct her affections
towards me--

Mathilde. I? (A pause.)

Axel. Won't you?

Mathilde. No--

Axel. But why not? You love her, don't you?

Mathilde. I do; but this is a thing--

Axel.--that you can do quite well! For you are better off than the rest
of us--you have many more ways of reaching a person's soul than we have.
Sometimes when we have been discussing something, and then you have
given your opinion, it has reminded me of the refrains to the old
ballads, which sum up the essence of the whole poem in two lines.

Mathilde. Yes, I have heard you flatter before.

Axel. I flatter? Why, what I have just asked you to do is a clearer
proof than anything else how great my--

Mathilde. Stop, stop! I won't do it!

Axel. Why not? At least be frank with me!

Mathilde. Because--oh, because--(Turns away.)

Axel. But what has made you so unkind? (MATHILDE stops for a moment, as
though she were going to answer; then goes hurriedly out.) What on earth
is the matter with her? Has anything gone wrong between her and Laura?
Or is it something about the house that is worrying her? She is too
level-headed to be disturbed by trifles.--Well, whatever it is, it must
look after itself; I have something else to think about. If the one of
them _can't_ understand me, and the other _won't_, and the old couple
neither can nor will, I must act on my own account--and the sooner the
better! Later on, it would look to other people like a rupture. It must
be done now, before we settle down to this state of things; for if we
were to do that, it would be all up with us. To acquiesce in such
an unnatural state of affairs would be like crippling one's self on
purpose. I am entangled hand and foot here in the meshes of a net
of circumspection. I shall have to sail along at "dead slow" all my
life--creep about among their furniture and their flowers as warily as
among their habits. You might just as well try to stand the house on its
head as to alter the slightest thing in it. I daren't move!--and it is
becoming unbearable. Would it be a breach of a law of nature to move
this couch a little closer to the wall, or this chair further away from
it? And has it been ordained from all eternity that this table must
stand just where it does? _Can_ it be shifted? (Moves it.) It actually
can! And the couch, too. Why does it stand so far forward? (Pushes it
back.) And why are these chairs everlastingly in the way? This one shall
stand there--and this one there. (Moves them.) I will have room for my
legs; I positively believe I have forgotten how to walk. For a whole
year I have hardly heard the sound of my own footstep--or of my own
voice; they do nothing but whisper and cough here. I wonder if I have
any voice left? (Sings.)

            "Bursting every bar and band,
             My fetters will I shatter;
             Striding out, with sword in hand,
             Where the fight"--

(He stops abruptly, at the entrance of the FATHER, the MOTHER,
LAURA and MATHILDE, who have come hurriedly from the breakfast table. A
long pause.)

Laura. Axel, dear!

Mathilde. What, all by himself?

Mother. Do you think you are at a ball?

Father. And playing the part of musician as well as dancer?

Axel. I am amusing myself.

Father. With our furniture?

Axel. I only wanted to see if it was possible to move it.

Mother. If it was possible to move it?

Laura. But what were you shouting about?

Axel. I only wanted to try if I had any voice left.

Laura. If you had any voice left?

Mother. There is a big wood near the house, where you can practise that.

Father. And a waterfall--if you are anxious to emulate Demosthenes.

Laura. Axel, dear--are you out of your mind?

Axel. No, but I think I soon shall be.

Mother. Is there anything wrong?

Axel. Yes, a great deal.

Mother. What is it? Some unpleasant news by post?

Axel. No, not that--but I am unhappy.

Mother. Two days after your wedding?

Father. You have a very odd way of showing it.

Axel. I am taken like that sometimes.

Mother. But what is it? Evidently you are not as happy as we hoped you
would be. Confide in us, Axel; we are your parents now, you know.

Axel. It is something I have been thinking about for a long time, but
have not had the courage to mention.

Mother. Why? Aren't we good to you?

Axel. You are much too good to me.

Father. What do you mean by that?

Axel. That everything is made far too smooth for me here; my faculties
get no exercise; I cannot satisfy my longing for activity and
conflict--nor my ambition.

Father. Dear me! What do you want, if you please?

Axel. I want to work for myself, to owe my position in life to my own
efforts--to become something.

Father. Really.--What a foolish idea! (Moves towards the door.)

Mother. But an idea we must take an interest in. He is our child's
husband now, remember. What do you want to be, my boy? Member of
Parliament?

Axel. No; but my uncle, who has about the largest legal practice in
these parts, offered long ago to hand it over to me.

Mother. But you wouldn't be able to look after it from here, would you,
Axel?

Father (at the door). A ridiculous idea!--Come back to breakfast. (Turns
to go.)

Mother. That is true, isn't it? You couldn't look after it from here?

Axel. No; but I can move into town.

All. Move into town? (A pause. The FATHER turns back from the door.)

Father. That is still more impossible, of course.

Mother. There must be something at the bottom of this. Is anything
worrying you? (Lowering her voice.) Are you in debt?

Axel. No, thanks to the kindness of you two. You have freed me from
that.

Mother. Then what is it, Axel? You have been so, strange lately--what is
it, my dear boy?

Father. Nonsensical ideas--probably his stomach is disordered. Remember
the last time I ate lobster!--Come along in and have a glass of sherry,
and you will forget all about it.

Axel. No, it isn't a thing one can forget. It is always in my
thoughts--more and more insistently. I must have work for my mind--some
outlet for my ambition. I am bored here.

Mother. Two days after your wedding!

Father. Set to work then, for heaven's sake! What is there to hinder
you? Would you like to take charge of one of my farms? Or to start some
improvements on the estate?--or anything you please! I have no doubt you
have ideas, and I will provide the money--only do not let us have any of
this fuss!

Axel. But then I shall be indebted to you for everything, and shall feel
dependent.

Father. So you would rather feel indebted to your uncle?

Axel. He will give me nothing. I must buy it from him.

Father. Really!--How?

Axel. With my work and my--. Oh well, I suppose you would lend me a
little capital?

Father. Not a penny.

Axel. But why?

Father. I will tell you why. Because my son in law must be my
son-in-law, and not a speculating lawyer who sits with his door open and
a sign hung out to beg for custom.

Axel. Is a lawyer's profession a dishonourable one, then?

Father. No, it is not. But you have been received into one of the oldest
and richest families in the country, and you owe some respect to its
traditions. Generation after generation, from time immemorial, the
heads of our family have been lords of the manor--not office seekers
or fortune hunters. The honourable offices I have held have all been
offered to me and not sought by me; and I am not going to have you
chattering about your university degree or your talents. You shall stay
quietly here, and you will be offered more than you want.

Mother. Come, come, my dear, don't get heated over it; that always makes
you so unwell. Let us arrive at some arrangement without wrangling.
Axel, you must be reasonable; you know he cannot stand any
over-exertion. Laura, get your father a glass of water. Come, my dear,
let us go back to the dining-room.

Father. Thanks, I have no appetite left now.

Mother. There, you see!--Axel, Axel!

Laura. For shame, Axel!

Mother. Sit down, dear, sit down! My goodness, how hot you are!

Father. It is so warm in here.

Mother. That is the stove. Shut it down, Mathilde!

Laura (to AXEL). You are a nice one, I must say!

Father. The chairs--put them straight! (They do so.) And the table!
(They do so.) That is better.

Mother. That is the worst of a stranger in the house--something of this
sort may so easily happen.

Father. But a thing like this!--I have never in my life been
contradicted before.

Mother. It is for the first and last time! He will soon learn who you
are and what is due to you.

Father. And to think that, the first time, it should be my son-in-law
that--

Mother. He will regret it for the rest of your life, you may be sure,
and when you are gone he will have no peace of mind. We can only hope
that the atmosphere of affection in this house will improve him. Really,
lately, Axel has behaved as if he were bewitched.

Laura. Yes, hasn't he?

Mother. Good gracious, Laura, do you mean that you--

Laura. No, I didn't mean anything.

Mother. Laura, are you trying to conceal something?

Father. And from us? (Gets up.) Are things as bad as that?

Laura. I assure you, dear people, it is nothing; it is only--

Father and Mother (together). Only--?

Laura. No, no, it is nothing--only you frighten me so.

Father and Mother (together). She is crying!

Mathilde. She is crying!

Father. Now, sir--why is she crying?

Laura. But, father, father--look, I am not crying the least bit.

Mother and Mathilde. Yes, she is crying!

Axel. Yes--and will cry every day until we make a change here! (A pause,
while they all look at him.) Well, as so much has been said, it may as
well all come out. Our marriage is not a happy one, because it lacks the
most essential thing of all.

Mother. Merciful heavens, what are you saying!

Father. Compose yourself; let me talk to him. What do you mean, sir?

Axel. Laura does not love me--

Laura. Yes, that is what he says!

Axel. She hasn't the least idea what love means, and will never learn as
long as she is in her father's house.

Mother and Father. Why?

Axel. Because she lives only for her parents; me, she looks upon merely
as an elder brother who is to assist her in loving them.

Mother. Is that so distasteful to you, then?

Axel. No, no. I am devoted to you and grateful to you, and I am proud of
being your son; but it is only through her that I am that--and she has
never yet really taken me to her heart. I am quite at liberty to go away
or to stay, as I please; _she_ is a fixture here. There is never one
of her requests to me, scarcely a single wish she expresses--indeed,
scarcely a sign of endearment she shows me, that she has not first of
all divided up into three portions; and I get my one-third of it, and
get it last or not at all.

Mother. He is jealous--and of us!

Father. Jealous of us!

Laura. Yes, indeed he is, mother.

Father. This is mere fancy, Axel--a ridiculous idea. Do not let any one
else hear you saying that.

Axel. No, it is neither mere fancy nor is it ridiculous. It colours the
whole of our relations to one another; it gnaws at my feelings, and then
I torment her, make you angry, and lead an idle, empty, ill-tempered
existence--

Father. You are ill, there is no doubt about it.

Axel. I am, and you have made me ill.

Father and Mother (together). We have?

Father. Please be a little--

Axel. You allow her to treat me simply as the largest sized of all the
dolls you have given her to play with. You cannot bear to see her give
away any more of her affection than she might give to one of her dolls.

Father. Please talk in a more seemly manner! Please show us a proper
respect--

Axel. Forgive me, my dear parents, if I don't. What I mean is that a
child cannot be a wife, and as long as she remains with you she will
always be a child.

Mother. But, Axel, did we not tell you she was only a child--

Father. We warned you, we asked you to wait a year or two--

Mother. Because we could not see that she loved you sufficiently.

Father. But your answer was that it was just the child in her that you
loved.

Mother. Just the child's innocence and simplicity. You said you felt
purer in her presence; indeed, that she sometimes made you feel as if
you were in church. And we, her father and mother, understood that, for
we had felt it ourselves.

Father. We felt that just as much as you, my son.

Mother. Do you remember one morning, when she was asleep, that you said
her life was a dream which it would be a sin to disturb?

Father. And said that the mere thought of her made you tread more softly
for fear of waking her.

Axel. That is quite true. Her childlike nature shed happiness upon
me, her gentle innocence stilled me. It is quite true that I felt her
influence upon my senses like that of a beautiful morning.

Father. And now you are impatient with her for being a child!

Axel. Exactly! At the time when I was longing to lead her to the altar,
I daresay I only thought of her as an inspiration to my better self and
my best impulses. She was to me what the Madonna is to a good Catholic;
but now she has become something more than that. The distance between
us no longer exists; I cannot be satisfied with mere adoration, I must
love; I cannot be satisfied with kneeling to her, I need my arms around
her. Her glance has the same delicacy it always had, the same innocence;
but I can no longer sit and gaze at her by the hour. Her glance must
lose itself in mine in complete surrender. Her hand, her arm, her mouth
are the same as they were; but I need to feel her hand stroking my hair,
her arm round my neck, her mouth on mine; her thoughts must embrace mine
and be like sunshine in my heart. She was a symbol to me, but the symbol
has become flesh and blood. When first she came into my thoughts it was
as a child; but I have watched her day by day grow into a woman, whose
shyness and ignorance make her turn away from me, but whom I must
possess. (LAURA moves quickly towards him.)

Mother. He loves our child!

Father. He loves her! (Embraces his wife.) What more is there to say,
then? Everything is as it should be. Come along and have a glass of
sherry!

Axel. No, everything is not as it should be. I can get her gratitude
sometimes in a lucky moment, but not her heart. If I am fond of
a certain thing, she is not. If I wish a thing, she wishes the
opposite--for instance, if it's only a question of going to a ball, she
won't take any pleasure in it unless her mother can go too.

Mother. Good heavens, is it nothing but that!

Laura. No, mother, it is nothing else; it is this ball.

Father. Then for any sake go to the ball! You are a couple of noodles.
Come along, now.

Axel. The ball? It is not the ball. I don't care a bit about the ball.

Laura. No, that is just it, mother. When he gets what he wants, it turns
out that it wasn't what he wanted at all, but something quite different.
I don't understand what it is.

Axel. No, because it is not a question of any one thing, but of our
whole relations to one another. Love is what I miss; she does not know
what it means, and never will know--as long as she remains at home here.
(A pause.)

Mother (slowly). As long as she remains at home?

Father (coming nearer to him, and trembling slightly). What do you mean
by that?

Axel. It will be only when Laura finds she can no longer lean upon her
parents, that she may possibly come to lean upon me.

Mother. What does he mean?

Father. I don't understand--

Axel. If she is to be something more than a good daughter--if she is to
be a good wife--Laura must go away from here.

Mother. Laura go away?

Father. Our child?

Laura (to her MOTHER). Mother!

Axel. It would be wronging her whom I love so deeply, it would be
wronging myself, and wronging you who mean so well, if now, when the
power is in my hands, I had not the spirit to make use of it. Here,
Laura lives only for you; when you die, life will be over for her. But
that is not what marriage means, that is not what she promised at the
altar, and that is what I cannot submit to. To go on like this will only
make us all unhappy; and that is why Laura must go with me! (The MOTHER
starts forward; LAURA goes to MATHILDE.)

Father. You cannot mean what you say.

Axel. I am in deadly earnest, and no one can shake my resolution.

Mother. Then Heaven have mercy on us! (A pause.)

Father. You know, Axel, that God gave us five children; and you know,
too, that He took four away from us again. Laura is now our only child,
our only joy.

Mother. We can't bear to lose her, Axel! She has never been away from us
a single day since she was born. She is the spoilt child of our sorrow;
if death itself claimed her, we should have to hold fast on to her.

Father. Axel, you are not a wicked man; you have not come amongst us to
make us all unhappy?

Axel. If I were to give in now, this state of things would occur again
every week or so, and none of us could stand that. For that reason, my
dear parents, prove yourselves capable of a sacrifice. Let us put an end
to it once for all--and let Laura move into town with me next week.

Father. Good heavens--it is impossible!

Mother. You won't have the heart to do that. Look at her, and then
say that again! (AXEL turns away.) No, I knew you could not. (To the
FATHER.) You talk to him! Tell him the truth, set him right, since he
has broken in upon a good and loving family only to bring misfortune to
it.

Father. In this house, as far back as I can remember, no hard words
have ever been used. It seems to me like some evil dream, that I am
struggling to wake out of and cannot! (A pause.) Mr. Hargaut, when we
gave our daughter to you, we made no conditions. We admitted you into
a happy family, to a position of wealth, to a promising future; and we
expected, in return, some little affection, some little appreciation--at
least some little respect. But you behave like--like a stranger, who is
admitted to one's intimacy and good offices, and then one morning goes
off with the most valuable possessions in the house--like an ungrateful,
cruel--! We have confided our child, the dearest, sweetest child, our
only child, to--a man without a heart! We were two happy parents, rich
in her love--parents whom every one envied and we now are two poor
bereaved wretches, who must creep away together into a corner in their
unhappy disillusionment. (Sits down.)

Mother. And this is the way you can treat the man who has given you
everything! What answer have you to give him?

Axel. It makes my heart bleed. If I had thought it would be as hard as
this, indeed I would never have begun it; but if we leave the matter
unsettled, now that it has been broached, we shall never be on proper
terms with one another again. Of that I am certain. If it is a matter
that pains us all, for that very reason let us go through with it and
get it settled.

Father. Poor confiding fools that we have been!

Mother. Can't you give us some respite, so that we may think things over
quietly? This is simply tearing us apart.

Axel. It would only prolong your pain, and it would end in your hating
me. No, it must be done now--at once; otherwise it will never be done.

Mother. Oh dear, oh dear! (Sits down.)

Father. Axel! Listen to us for a moment! It is quite possible you may be
in the right; but for that very reason I beg you--I, who have never yet
begged anything of any one--I beg you, be merciful! I am an old man, and
cannot stand it--and she (looking at his wife) still less.

Axel. Ah, I am not hard-hearted--but I must try to be resolute. If I
lose now, I shall be losing her for life, I know. Therefore she _shall_
go with me!

Mother (springing up). No, she shall not! If you loved her, as you say
you do, you hypocrite, you would remain where she is--and here she shall
stay!

Laura (who has been standing beside MATHILDE, goes to her MOTHER). Yes,
to my dying day.

Father (getting up). No! We must not alter God's law. It is written: "A
man shall forsake his father and his mother, and cleave only unto his
wife"--and in the same way she must cleave only to him. Laura shall go
when he wishes.

Laura. Father, can you--have you the heart to--?

Father. No, I haven't the heart to, my child. But I shall do it
nevertheless, because it is right. Oh, Laura!--(Embraces her. The MOTHER
joins her embrace to his.)

Mathilde (to AXEL). You Jesuit!--You have no consideration, no mercy;
you trample upon hearts as you would upon the grass that grows in your
path. But you shall not find this so easy as you think. It is true she
is a child--but I shall go with her! I don't know you, and I don't trust
you. (Clenches her fist.) But I shall watch over her!

[Curtain.]




ACT II

(SCENE.--AXEL's house, a year later. The room is arranged almost
identically like that in the first act. Two large portraits of LAURA'S
parents, very well executed, hang in full view. LAURA is sitting at the
table, MATHILDE on the couch on the right.)

Mathilde (reading aloud from a book). "'No,' was the decided answer.
Originally it was he that was to blame, but now it is she. He tore her
from her parents, her home and her familiar surroundings; but since then
he has sought her forgiveness so perseveringly, and her love so humbly,
that it would take all the obstinacy of a spoilt child to withstand him.
Just as formerly he could think of nothing but his love, so now she will
consider nothing except her self-love; but she is so much the more to
blame than he, as her motives are less good than his. She is like a
child that has woke up too early in the morning; it strikes and kicks at
any one that comes to pet it."

Laura. Mathilde--does it really say that?

Mathilde. Indeed it does.

Laura. Just as you read it?

Mathilde. Look for yourself.

Laura (takes the book and looks at it, then lays it down). It is almost
our own story, word for word. I would give anything to know who has
written it.

Mathilde. It is a mere coincidence--

Laura. No, some wicked wretch has seen something like this--some
creature that is heartless enough to be able to mock at a parent's love;
it must be some one who either is worthless himself or has had worthless
parents!

Mathilde. Why, Laura, how seriously you take it!

Laura. Yes, it irritates me, this libelling of all fidelity. What
is fidelity, if it does not mean that a child should be true to its
parents?

Mathilde. But I was just reading to you about that. (Reads.) "The object
of fidelity changes, as we ourselves change. The child's duty is to be
true to its parents; the married, to one another; the aged, to their
children--"

Laura. Don't read any more! I won't hear any more! Its whole train
of thought offends me. (After a pause.) What a horrid book!
(Indifferently.) What happens to them in the end?

Mathilde (in the same tone). To whom?

Laura. That couple--in the book.

Mathilde (still in an indifferent tone). It doesn't end happily. (A
pause.)

Laura (looking up). Which of them suffers?

Mathilde. Which do you think?

Laura (beginning to sew again). She, I should think--because she is
unhappy already.

Mathilde. You have guessed right. She falls in love.

Laura (astonished). Falls in love?

Mathilde. Yes. Sometime or other, love is awakened in the heart of every
woman; and then, if she cannot love her husband, in the course of time
she will love some one else.

Laura (dismayed). Some one else!

Mathilde. Yes. (A pause.)

Laura. That is horrible! (Begins to sew, then lays her hand down on the
table, then begins to sew again.) And what happens to him?

Mathilde. He falls ill, very ill. And then some one finds him out and
comforts him--a woman.

Laura (looking up). How does that happen?

Mathilde. His heart is like an empty house, in an atmosphere of sadness
and longing. Little by little she--the woman who comforts him--creeps
into it; and so in time there comes the day when he can say he is happy.
(A pause.)

Laura (quietly). Who is she?

Mathilde. One of those poor-spirited creatures that can be content with
the aftermath of love.

Laura (after a pause, during which she has been looking fixedly at
MATHILDE). Could you be that?

Mathilde. No!--I must be first or nothing!

Laura. But about her?

Mathilde. The wife?

Laura. Yes. What happens to her?

Mathilde. Directly she realises that love for another has taken
possession of her husband, she turns towards him with all her heart; but
it is too late then. (LAURA sits absorbed for a few moments; then gets
up hurriedly and goes to a little work-table that is standing at the end
of the couch on the left, opens it, looks for something in it, stops to
think, then looks in it again.) What are you looking for?

Laura. A photograph.

Mathilde. Axel's?

Laura. No--but what has become of it?

Mathilde. Don't you remember that one day you took it up and said you
would not have it? So I hid it.

Laura. You?

Mathilde. Yes--till you should ask about it. (Gets up, opens her
work-table that stands by the right-hand couch.) Here it is. (Gives it
to her.)

Laura. So you have got it! (Lays it in her table drawer without looking
at it, shuts the drawer, goes a few paces away, then comes back, turns
the key in the drawer and takes it out.) Has Axel read the new book?

Mathilde. I don't know. Shall I give it to him?

Laura. Just as you like. Perhaps you would like to read it aloud to him.
(A Maid comes in with a letter; LAURA takes it, and the Maid goes out
again.) From my parents! (Kisses the letter with emotion.) The only ones
who love me! (Goes out hurriedly. At the same moment AXEL comes in from
the outer door.)

Axel. She always goes when I come in!

Mathilde (getting up). This time it was an accident, though. (Looks at
him.) How pale you are!

Axel (seriously). I am rather worried.--Have you read the new novel?

Mathilde (putting the book in her pocket). What novel?

Axel. "The Newly-Married Couple"--quite a small book.

Mathilde. Oh, that one--I have just been reading it.

Axel (eagerly). And Laura too? Has Laura read it?

Mathilde. She thinks it is a poor story.

Axel. It isn't that, but it is an extraordinary one. It quite startles
me--it is like coming into one's own room and seeing one's self sitting
there. It has caught hold of unformed thoughts that lie hidden deep in
my soul.

Mathilde. Every good book does that.

Axel. Everything will happen to me just as it does in that book; the
premises are all here, only I had not recognised them.

Mathilde. I have heard of very young doctors feeling the symptoms of all
the diseases they read about.

Axel. Oh, but this is more than mere imagination. My temptations come
bodily before me. My thoughts are the result of what happens, just as
naturally as smoke is the result of fire--and these thoughts (lancing at
MATHILDE) lead me far.

Mathilde. As far as I can see, the book only teaches consideration for a
woman, especially if she is young.

Axel. That is true. But, look here--a young man, brought up among
students, cannot possibly possess, ready-made, all this consideration
that a woman's nature requires. He doesn't become a married man in one
day, but by degrees. He cannot make a clean sweep of his habits and take
up the silken bonds of duty, all in a moment. The inspiration of a first
love gives him the capacity, but he has to learn how to use it. I never
saw what I had neglected till I had frightened her away from me. But
what is there that I have not done, since then, to win her? I have gone
very gently to work and tried from every side to get at her--I have
tempted her with gifts and with penitence--but you can see for yourself
she shrinks from me more and more. My thoughts, wearied with longings
and with the strain of inventing new devices, follow her, and my love
for her only grows--but there are times when such thoughts are succeeded
by a void so great that my whole life seems slipping away into it. It
is then I need some one to cling to--. Oh, Mathilde, you have meant very
much to me at times like that. (Goes up to her.)

Mathilde (getting up). Yes, all sorts of things happen in a year that
one never thought of at the beginning of it.

Axel (sitting down). Good God, what a year! I haven't the courage to
face another like it. This book has frightened me.

Mathilde (aside). That's a good thing, anyway.

Axel (getting up). Besides--the amount of work I have to do, to keep up
everything here just as she was accustomed to have it, is getting to be
too much for me, Mathilde. It won't answer in the long run. If only I
had the reward of thanks that the humblest working-man gets-if it were
only a smile; but when I have been travelling about for a week at a
time, exposed to all sorts of weather in these open boats in winter,
do I get any welcome on my home-coming? When I sit up late, night after
night, does she ever realise whom I am doing it for? Has she as much as
noticed that I have done so--or that I have, at great expense, furnished
this house like her parents'? No, she takes everything as a matter of
course; and if any one were to say to her, "He has done all this for
your sake," she would merely answer, "He need not have done so, I had it
all in my own home."

Mathilde. Yes, you have come to a turning-point now.

Axel. What do you mean?

Mathilde. Nothing particular--here she comes!

Axel. Has anything happened? She is in such a hurry!

[LAURA comes in with an open letter in her hand.]

Laura (in a low voice, to MATHILDE). Mother and father are so lonely
at home that they are going abroad, to Italy; but they are coming here,
Mathilde, before they leave the country.

Mathilde. Coming here? When?

Laura. Directly. I hadn't noticed--the letter is written from the
nearest posting station; they want to take us by surprise--they will be
here in a few minutes. Good heavens, what are we to do?

Mathilde (quickly). Tell Axel that!

Laura. I tell him?

Mathilde. Yes, you must.

Laura (in a frightened voice). I?

Mathilde (to AXEL). Laura has something she wants to tell you.

Laura. Mathilde!

Axel. This is something new.

Laura. Oh, do tell him, Mathilde. (MATHILDE says nothing, but goes to
the back of the room.)

Axel (coming up to her). What is it?

Laura (timidly). My parents are coming.

Axel. Here?

Laura. Yes.

Axel. When? To-day?

Laura. Yes. Almost directly.

Axel. And no one has told me! (Takes up his hat to go.)

Laura (frightened). Axel!

Axel. It is certainly not for the pleasure of finding me here that they
are coming.

Laura. But you mustn't go!

Mathilde. No, you mustn't do that.

Axel. Are they not going to put up here?

Laura. Yes, I thought--if you are willing--in your room.

Axel. So that is what it is to be--I am to go away and they are to take
my place.

Mathilde. Take my room, and I will move into Laura's. I will easily
arrange that. (Goes out.)

Axel. Why all this beating about the bush? It is quite natural that you
should want to see them, and equally natural that I should remove myself
when they come; only you should have broken it to me--a little more
considerately. Because I suppose they are coming now to take you with
them--and, even if it means nothing to you to put an end to everything
like this, at all events you ought to know what it means to me!

Laura. I did not know till this moment that they were coming.

Axel. But it must be your letters that have brought them here--your
complaints--

Laura. I have made no complaints.

Axel. You have only told them how matters stand here.

Laura. Never. (A pause.)

Axel (in astonishment). What have you been writing to them all this
year, then--a letter every day?

Laura. I have told them everything was going well here.

Axel. Is it possible? All this time? Laura! Dare I believe it? Such
consideration--(Comes nearer to her.) Ah, at last, then--?

Laura (frightened). I did it out of consideration for them.

Axel (coldly). For them? Well, I am sorry for them, then. They will soon
see how things stand between us.

Laura. They are only to be here a day or two. Then they go abroad.

Axel. Abroad? But I suppose some one is going with them?--you, perhaps?

Laura. You can't, can you?

Axel. No.--So you are going away from me, Laura!--I am to remain here
with Mathilde--it is just like that book.

Laura. With Mathilde? Well--perhaps Mathilde could go with them?

Axel. You know we can't do without her here--as things are at present.

Laura. Perhaps you would rather I--?

Axel. There is no need for you to ask my leave. You go if you wish.

Laura. Yes, you can do without _me_.--All the same, I think I shall
stay!

Axel. You will stay--with me?

Laura. Yes.

Axel (in a happier voice, coming up to her). _That_ is not out of
consideration for your parents?

Laura. No, that it isn't! (He draws back in astonishment. MATHILDE comes
in.)

Mathilde. It is all arranged. (To AXEL.) You will stay, then?

Axel (looking at LAURA). I don't know.--If I go away for these few days,
perhaps it will be better.

Mathilde (coming forward). Very well, then I shall go away too!

Laura. You?

Axel. You?

Mathilde. Yes, I don't want to have anything to do with what happens. (A
pause.)

Axel. What do you think will happen?

Mathilde. That is best left unsaid--till anything does happen. (A
pause.)

Axel. You are thinking too hardly of your friend now.

Laura (quietly). Mathilde is not my friend.

Axel. Mathilde not your--

Laura (as before). A person who is always deceiving one is no friend.

Axel. Has Mathilde deceived anybody? You are unjust.

Laura (as before). Am I? It is Mathilde's fault that I am unhappy now.

Axel. Laura!

Laura. My dear, you may defend her, if you choose; but you must allow me
to tell you plainly that it is Mathilde's advice that has guided me from
the days of my innocent childhood, and has led me into all the misery I
am suffering now! If it were not for her I should not be married to-day
and separated from my parents. She came here with me--not to help me, as
she pretended--but to be able still to spy on me, quietly and secretly,
in her usual way, and afterwards to make use of what she had discovered.
But she devotes herself to you; because she--no, I won't say it! (With
growing vehemence.) Well, just you conspire against me, you two--and see
whether I am a child any longer! The tree that you have torn up by
the roots and transplanted will yield you no fruit for the first year,
however much you shake its branches! I don't care if things do happen as
they do in that story she has taken such pleasure in reading to me; but
I shall never live to see the day when I shall beg for any one's love!
And now my parents are coming to see everything, everything--and that is
just what I want them to do! Because I won't be led like a child, and
I won't be deceived! I won't! (Stands quite still for a moment, then
bursts into a violent fit of crying and runs out.)

Axel (after a pause). What is the meaning of that?

Mathilde. She hates me.

Axel (astonished). When did it come to that?

Mathilde. Little by little. Is it the first time you have noticed it?

Axel (still more astonished). Have you no longer her confidence, then?

Mathilde. No more than you.

Axel. She, who once believed every one--!

Mathilde. Now she believes no one. (A pause.)

Axel. And what is still more amazing--only there is no mistaking it--is
that she is jealous!

Mathilde. Yes.

Axel. And of you?--When there is not the slightest foundation--. (Stops
involuntarily and looks at her; she crosses the room.)

Mathilde. You should only be glad that this has happened.

Axel. That she is jealous?--or what do you mean?

Mathilde. It has helped her. She is on the high road to loving you now.

Axel. Now?

Mathilde. Love often comes in that way--especially to the one who has
been made uneasy.

Axel. And you are to be the scapegoat?

Mathilde. I am accustomed to that.

Axel (quickly, as he comes nearer to her). You must have known love
yourself, Mathilde?

Mathilde (starts, then says). Yes, I have loved too.

Axel. Unhappily?

Mathilde. Not happily. But why do you ask?

Axel. Those who have been through such an experience are less selfish
than the rest of us and are capable of more.

Mathilde. Yes. Love is always a consecration, but not always for the
same kind of service.

Axel. Sometimes it only brings unhappiness.

Mathilde. Yes, when people have nothing in them, and no pride.

Axel. The more I get to know of you, the less I seem really to know
you. What sort of a man can this fellow be, that you have loved without
return?

Mathilde (in a subdued voice). A man to whom I am now very grateful;
because marriage is not my vocation.

Axel. What is your vocation, then?

Mathilde. One that one is unwilling to speak about, until one knows that
it has been successful.--And I don't believe I should have discovered
it, but for him.

Axel. And is your mind quite at peace now? Have you no longings?

Mathilde (speaking here, and in what follows, with some vehemence). Yes,
a longing to travel--a long, long way! To fill my soul with splendid
pictures!--Oh, if you have any regard for me--

Axel. I have more than that, Mathilde--the warmest gratitude--and more
than that, I--

Mathilde (interrupting him). Well, then, make it up with Laura! Then
I shall be able to go abroad with her parents. Oh, if I don't get
away--far away--there is something within me that will die!

Axel. Go away then, Mathilde--you say so, and therefore I believe you.

Mathilde. But I am not going till you two are reconciled! I don't want
all three of us to be unhappy. No, I am not unhappy; but I shall be if
you are--and if I don't get abroad now!

Axel. What can I do in the matter?

Mathilde (quickly). Stay here and give the old folk a welcome! Behave to
Laura as if there were nothing the matter, and she will say nothing!

Axel. Why do you think she will say nothing?

Mathilde. Because of all I have done to make that likely!

Axel. You?

Mathilde. Yes--no--yes; at least, not as you wanted me to, but
indirectly--

Axel. Even at the beginning of all this?

Mathilde. No, not then, it is true. But forget that, because now I have
made it good! I did not know you then--and there were reasons--

Axel (going nearer to her). Mathilde, you have filled me with an
extraordinary regard for you--as if everything that I have been denied
in another quarter was to be found in you, and as if now for the first
time I--

Mathilde. There is the carriage!

Axel. What shall I do?

Mathilde. Go down and welcome the old folk! Be quick! Look, Laura is
down there already--oh, don't let her miss you just at this moment!
There, that is right. (He goes.) Yes, that was right; this is my first
real victory! (Goes out. Voices are heard without, and soon afterwards
the MOTHER comes in with LAURA, and after her the FATHER with AXEL and
MATHILDE.)

Mother. So here I am in your home, my darling child! (Kisses her.) It is
really worth being separated, for the pleasure of meeting again! (Kisses
her.) And such nice letters from you, every single day--thank you,
darling! (Kisses her again.) And you look just the same--just the same!
Perhaps a trifle paler, but that is natural. (Kisses her.)

Axel (to the FATHER, who is taking off a coat and several comforters).
May I?

Father (bowing). Thank you, I can manage quite well myself.

Axel. But let me hang them up for you?

Father. Much obliged--I will do it myself! (Takes them out into the
hall.)

Mother (to LAURA, in a low voice). It was hard work to get your father
to come, I can tell you. He still cannot forget--. But we had to see
our little girl before we set off on our travels; and we had to travel,
because it was getting so lonely at home.

Laura. Dear mother! (She and MATHILDE help her to take her things off.)

Axel (to the FATHER, who has come in again). I hope you had a pleasant
journey, sir?

Father. Remarkably pleasant.

Axel. Caught no cold, I hope?

Father. Nothing to speak of--just a trifle--a slightly relaxed throat;
out late--and heavy dews. You are well?

Axel. Very well, thank you.

Father. I am extremely pleased to hear it.

Mother (to the FATHER). But, do you see--?

Father. What, my love?

Mother. Do you mean to say you don't see?

Father. No, what is it?

Mother. We are at home again! This is our own room over again!

Father (in astonishment). Upon my word--!

Mother. The carpet, the curtains, the furniture, everything--even down
to their arrangement in the room! (Goes across to AXEL and takes his
hand.) A more touching proof of your love for her we could never have
had! (To the FATHER.) Isn't that so?

Father (struggling with his astonishment). Yes, I must say--

Mother. And you never wrote us a single word about this, Laura?

Mathilde. It is not only this room, but the whole house is arranged like
yours as far as possible.

Mother. The whole house! Is it possible!

Father. It is the most charming way of giving pleasure to a young wife
that I ever heard of!

Mother. I am so astonished, Laura, at your never having mentioned a word
of all this in your letters.

Father. Never a word of it!

Mother. Hadn't you noticed it?

Father. Ah, well--what one sees every day, one is apt to think every one
knows all about--isn't that it, little girl? That is the explanation,
isn't it?

Mother. And Axel has given you all this by his own exertions! Aren't you
proud of that?

Father (clapping her on the back). Of course she is, but it was never
Laura's way to say much about her feelings; although this is really
something so--

Mother (laughing). Her letters lately have been nothing but
dissertations upon love.

Laura. Mother--!

Mother. Oh, I am going to tell! But you have a good husband, Laura.

Laura. Mother--!

Mother (in a lower voice). You have paid him some little attentions in
return, of course?--given him something, or--

Father (pushing in between them). Worked something for him, eh?

(MATHILDE, in the meantime, has brought in wine and filled some
glasses.)

Axel. Now, a glass of wine to welcome you--sherry, your favourite wine,
sir.

Mother. He remembers that! (They each take a glass in their hands.)

Axel. Laura and I bid you heartily welcome here in our house! And we
hope you will find everything here--(with emotion) just as you would
wish it. I will do my best that you shall, and I am sure Laura will too.

Mother. Of course she will!--Drink his health! (AXEL touches her glass
with his; her hand trembles, and she spills come wine.) You have filled
the glasses too full, my dear! (They all clink glasses and drink.)

Father (when the glasses have been filled again). My wife and I--thank
you very much for your welcome. We could not set out on our journey
without first seeing our child--our two children. A good friend of ours
(looking at MATHILDE) advised us to come unexpectedly. At first we
did not want to but now we are glad we did; because now we can see for
ourselves that Laura told the truth in her letters. You are happy--and
therefore we old folk must be happy too, and bury all recollection of
what--what evidently happened for the best. Hm, hm!--At one time we
could not think it was so--and that was why we did not wish to be
parted from our child; but now we can make our minds quite easy about
it--because now we can trust you. I have complete trust in you, Axel,
my dear son--God bless you! (They grasp hands, and drink to each other
again.)

Mother. Do you know what I should like?

All. No!

Mother. I should like Axel to tell us how your reconciliation came
about.

Laura. Mother!

Mother. Why should you be shy about it? Why have you never told us about
it? Good gracious, didn't you think your parents would be only too glad
to hear how lucky their little girl was?

Father. I think it is a very good idea of your mother's. Now let us sit
down and hear all about it. (They sit down; LAURA turns away.) No, come
and sit down beside your mother, Laura! We are going to have a good look
at you while he tells us about it. (Pulls her to him.)

Mother. And don't forget anything, Axel! Tell us of the very first sign
of love, the first little kindness, Laura showed you.

Axel. Yes, I will tell you how it came about.

Laura (getting up). But, Axel--!

Axel. I shall only be supplementing what you told in your letters,
Laura.

Mother. It is all to your credit, my child! Now be quiet and listen to
him, and correct him if he forgets anything. (Pulls her down to her seat
again.)

Axel. Yes, my dear parents. You know, of course, that we did not begin
very well--

Father. Quite so--but you can pass over that.

Axel. As soon as she was left to depend on herself alone, I realised the
great wrong I had done to Laura. She used to tremble when I came near
her, and before long she used to tremble just as much before any one. At
first I felt the humility of a strong man who has triumphed; but after a
time I became anxious, for I had acted too strongly. Then I dedicated my
love to the task of winning back, in a Jacob's seven years of service,
what I had lost in one moment. You see this house--I made everything
smooth in it for her feet. You see what we have round us--I set that
before her eyes. By means of nights of work, by exerting myself to the
uttermost, I got it all together, bit by bit--in order that she should
never feel anything strange or inhospitable in her home, but only what
she was accustomed to and fond of. She understood; and soon the birds of
spring began to flutter about our home. And, though she always ran away
when I came, I was conscious of her presence in a hundred little loving
touches in my room--at my desk--

Laura (ashamed). Oh, it isn't true!

Axel. Don't believe her! Laura is so kind-hearted--her fear of me made
her shy, but she could not withstand her own kind impulses and my humble
faithfulness. When I was sitting late in my room, working for her,
she was sitting up in hers--at any rate I often thought I heard her
footstep; and when I came home late after a wearisome journey, if she
did not run to welcome me, it was not because she was wanting in wifely
gratitude--Laura has no lack of that--but because she did not wish to
betray her happiness till the great day of our reconciliation should
come. (LAURA gets up.)

Father. Then you were not reconciled immediately?

Axel. Not immediately.

Mother (anxiously, in a subdued voice). My goodness, Laura did not say a
word about that!

Axel. Because she loved you, and did not want to distress you
unnecessarily. But does not her very silence about it show that she was
waiting for me? That was her love's first gift to me. (LAURA sits down
again.) After a while she gave me others. She saw that I was not angry;
on the contrary, she saw that where I had erred, I had erred through my
love for her; and she is so loving herself, that little by little she
schooled herself to meet me in gentle silence--she longed to be a good
wife. And then, one lovely morning--just like to-day--we both had
been reading a book which was like a voice from afar, threatening our
happiness, and we were driven together by fear. Then, all at once,
all the doors and windows flew wide open! It was your letter! The room
seemed to glow with warmth--just as it does now with you sitting there;
summer went singing through the house--and then I saw in her eyes that
all the blossoms were going to unfold their petals! Then I knelt down
before her, as I do now, and said: For your parents' sake, that they
may be happy about us--for my sake, that I may not be punished any
longer--for your own sake, that you may be able again to live as the
fulness of your kind heart prompts--let us find one another now! And
then Laura answered--(LAURA throws herself into his arms, in a burst of
tears. All get up.)

Mother. That was beautiful, children!

Father. As beautiful as if we were young again ourselves, and had found
one another!--How well he told it, too!

Mother. Yes, it was just as if it was all happening before our eyes!

Father. Wasn't it?--He's a very gifted man.

Mother (in a low voice). He will do something big!

Father (in the same tones). Ay, a big man--and one of our family!

Axel (who has advanced towards the foreground with LAURA). So that was
your answer, Laura?

Laura. You haven't remembered everything.

Mother. Is there something more? Let us hear some more!

Axel. What did you say, then?

Laura. You know I said that something had held me back a long, long
time! I saw well enough that you were fond of me, but I was afraid it
was only as you would be fond of a child.

Axel. Laura!

Laura. I am not so clever as--as some others, you know; but I am not a
child any longer, because now I love you!

Axel. You are a child, all the same!

Father (to the MOTHER). But what about our arrangements? We were to have
gone on our travels at once.

Axel. No, stay with us a few days now! (LAURA makes a sign to him.) Not?

Laura (softly). I would rather be alone with you, now.

Mother. What are you saying, Laura?

Laura. I?--I was saying that I should like to ask you, if you are going
abroad now, to take Mathilde with you.

Mother. That is very nice of you, Laura, to remember Mathilde. People
generally say that newly-married couples think of no one but themselves.

Father. No, Laura is not like that!

All. No, Laura is not like that!

Laura (gently). Mathilde, forgive me! (They embrace, and LAURA says
softly:) I understand you now for the first time!

Mathilde. Not quite.

Laura. I know that I should never have got Axel, but for you.

Mathilde. That is true.

Laura. Oh, Mathilde, I am so happy now!

Mathilde. And I wish you every happiness.

Axel (taking LAURA'S arm). Now you may go and travel abroad, Mathilde!

Mathilde. Yes!--and my next book shall be a better one.

Axel. Your next--?

[Curtain.]





LEONARDA

A PLAY IN FOUR ACTS

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

     The BISHOP.
     CORNELIA, his sister.
     HAGBART, his nephew.
     The GRANDMOTHER.
     LEONARDA FALK.
     AAGOT, her niece.
     GENERAL ROSEN.
     CHIEF JUSTICE ROeST.
     MRS. ROeST.
     PEDERSEN, agent to Mrs. Falk.
     HANS.
     A Maid.





ACT I

(SCENE.--A large room in LEONARDA FALK's house. At the back, folding
doors which are standing open. Antique furniture. LEONARDA, dressed in a
riding-habit, is standing beside a writing-desk on the left, talking to
her agent PEDERSEN.)

Leonarda. It is a complete loss.

Pedersen. But, Mrs. Falk--

Leonarda. A loss, every scrap of it. I can't sell burnt bricks. How much
is there of it? Two kilns' full, that is 24,000 bricks--at their present
price about thirty pounds' worth. What am I to do with you?--send you
about your business?

Pedersen. Madam, it is the first time--

Leonarda. No, indeed it is not; that is to say, it is certainly the
first time the bricks have been burnt, but your accounts have been wrong
over and over again, so that I have been led into sending out faulty
invoices. What is the matter with you?

Pedersen. Madam, I beg--.

[Enter HANS.]

Hans. Your horse is saddled, madam, and the General is coming up the
avenue.

Leonarda. Very well. (HANS goes out.) Have you taken to drink, Pedersen?

Pedersen. No, madam.

Leonarda. That wouldn't be like you. But what is it? You look quite
changed.--Pedersen! I believe I know! I saw you rowing back across the
river last night, from the summer-house in the wood. Are you in love?
(PEDERSEN turns away.) So that is it. And crossed in love? (She goes up
to him, puts her hand on his shoulder and stands with her back turned to
the audience, as he does.) Are you engaged to her?

Pedersen. Yes.

Leonarda. Then she is not treating you well? She is not true to you?
(Stoops and looks into his face.) And you love her in spite of it?
(Moves away from him.) Then you are a weak man, Pedersen. We cannot
possibly love those who are false to us. (Draws on one of her gloves.)
We may suffer horribly for a while; but love them--no!

Pedersen (still turning away from her). It is easy for those to talk who
have not experienced it.

Leonarda. Experienced it?--You never can tell that. Come to me this
evening at seven o'clock.

Pedersen. Yes, madam.

Leonarda. I will talk things over with you then. We will go for a stroll
together.

Pedersen. Thank you, madam.

Leonarda. I believe I may be able to help you in your trouble, Pedersen.
That is all right--don't think any more about the bricks, or of what I
said. Forgive me! (Holds out her hand to him.)

Pedersen (grasping her hand). Oh, madam!

[Enter GENERAL ROSEN.]

Rosen. Good morning! (PEDERSEN crosses the room.) Bless my soul,
Pedersen, you look like a pat of melting butter! (PEDERSEN goes out.
ROSEN turns to LEONARDA.) Have you been playing father confessor so
early in the morning, and on such a fine day too? That is too bad.--By
the way, have you heard from Aagot?

Leonarda (putting on her hat). No, I don't know what has come over the
child. It is close on a fortnight since--

Rosen. She is enjoying herself. I remember when I was enjoying myself I
never used to write letters.

Leonarda (looking at him). You were enjoying yourself last night, I
rather think?

Rosen. Do I show it? Dear, dear! I thought that after a bath and a
ride--

Leonarda. This sort of thing cannot go on!

Rosen. You know quite well that if I can't be here I have to go to my
club.

Leonarda. But can't you go to your club without--? (Stops, with a
gesture of disgust.)

Rosen. I know what you mean, worse luck. But they always give one a
glass too much.

Leonarda. One glass? Say three!

Rosen. Three, if you like. You know I never was good at counting.

Leonarda. Well, now you can go for your ride alone.

Rosen. Oh, but--

Leonarda. Yes, I am not going for a ride to-day with a man who was tipsy
last night. (Takes off her hat.) Hans! (HANS is heard answering her from
without.) Put my horse up for the present!

Rosen. You are punishing yourself as well as me, you know. You ought to
be out on a day like this--and it is a sin to deprive the countryside of
the pleasure of seeing you!

Leonarda. Will nothing ever make you take things seriously?

Rosen. Yes. When the day comes that you are in need of anything, I will
be serious.

Leonarda. And you propose to hang about here waiting, till I have some
ill luck? You will have to wait a long time, I hope. (Goes to her desk.)

Rosen. I hope so too!--because meanwhile I shall be able to continue
coming here.

Leonarda. Till you get your orders from America.

Rosen. Of course--till I get my orders from Sherman.

Leonarda. You have not had any orders, then?

Rosen. No.

Leonarda. It is beginning to look very suspicious. How long is it since
I made you write to him?

Rosen. Oh, I am sure I forget.

Leonarda. It has just struck me--. I suppose you did write?

Rosen. Of course I did. I always do what you tell me.

Leonarda. You stand there twirling your moustache--and when you do that
I always know there is some nonsense going on--.

Rosen. How can you suppose such a thing?

Leonarda. You have never written! Why on earth did that never strike me
before?

Rosen. I have written repeatedly, I assure you!

Leonarda. But not to Sherman? You have not reported yourself for service
again?

Rosen. Do you remember the Russian cigarettes I have so often spoken
of? I have got some now. I brought a few with me to try; may I offer you
one?

Leonarda. Are you not ashamed to look me in the face?

Rosen. I do everything you tell me--

Leonarda. You have been putting me off with evasions for more than two
months--playing a perfect comedy with me! To think that an officer, who
has been through the American war and won honours, rank, and a definite
position, could throw away his time in this way--and in other ways
too--for a whole year now--

Rosen. Excuse me--only eight months.

Leonarda. And isn't that long enough?

Rosen. Too long. But you know, better than any one, why I have done it!

Leonarda. Did I ask you to come here? Do you think you can tire me out?

Rosen. Leonarda! (She looks at him; he bows formally.) I beg your
pardon. Mrs. Falk.

Leonarda. You shall write the letter here, now, and report yourself for
immediate service.

Rosen. If you order me to.

Leonarda. I shall post it.

Rosen. Many thanks.

Leonarda. You are twirling your moustache again. What are you planning
in your mind?

Rosen. I?--Shall I write here? (Goes to the desk.)

Leonarda. Yes. (He takes up a pen.) Ah, I know what it is! As soon as
you get home, you will write another letter recalling this one.

Rosen. Yes, naturally.

Leonarda. Ha, ha, ha! (Sits down.) Well, I give you up!

Rosen. Thank you!--Then will you try one of my cigarettes?

Leonarda. No.

Rosen. Nor come for a ride?

Leonarda. No.

Rosen. Am I to come here this evening?

Leonarda. I shall be engaged.

Rosen. But you will be riding to-morrow morning?

Leonarda. I don't know.

Rosen. Then I shall take the liberty of coming to ask I wish you a very
good day.

Leonarda. Look, there is a strange man at the door (Gets up.)

Rosen. What? (Turns round.) He? Has he the face to come here? (Looks out
of the open window.) Pst! Pst!--Hans!--Don't you see my horse has got
loose? (Goes hurriedly out past the stranger, who bows to him.) Pst!
Pst!

[Enter HAGBART.]

Hagbart. Madam! (Stops short.)

Leonarda. May I ask--?

Hagbart. You do not know me, then?

Leonarda. No.

Hagbart. I am Hagbart Tallhaug.

Leonarda. And you dare to tell me so--with a smile on your lips?

Hagbart. If you will only allow me to--

Leonarda. How is it you dare to come here?

Hagbart. If you will only allow me to--

Leonarda. Not a word! Or can there be two men of that name?

Hagbart. No.

Leonarda. So it was you who came forward at the Philharmonic concert,
when I was seeking admittance for myself and my adopted daughter, and
spoke of me as "a woman of doubtful reputation"? Is that so?

Hagbart. Yes, madam; and I must--

Leonarda (interrupting him impetuously). Then get out of here!--Hans!
(HANS is heard answering her from without.)

Hagbart. Mrs. Falk, first allow me to--.

[Enter HANS.]

Leonarda. Hans, will you see this gentleman off my premises.

Hans. Certainly, ma'am.

Hagbart. Wait a moment, Hans!

Hans. Shall I, ma'am? (Looks at LEONARDA.)

Hagbart. It concerns your niece, Mrs. Falk.

Leonarda. Aagot! Has anything happened to her? I have had no letter from
her!

Hagbart. Wait outside, Hans!

Hans (to LEONARDA). Shall I, ma'am?

Leonarda. Yes, yes! (HANS goes out.) What is it?

Hagbart. No bad news.

Leonarda. But how is it you are here on her behalf?

Hagbart. It is difficult to avoid people at a watering-place, you
know--although I must admit your niece did her best. She treated me as
contemptuously as possible even went farther than that; but she could
not prevent my talking to people she used to talk to, or my happening to
be where she was; so that--well--she heard them talk about me, and heard
me talk to them--and in the end she talked to me herself.

Leonarda. Talked to you?

Hagbart. Yes, it is no good denying it--she actually talked to me, and
that more than once.

Leonarda. But what is the meaning of this visit to me?

Hagbart. If you will only allow me to--

Leonarda. I want you to deliver your message briefly and concisely--and
not a word more than that.

Hagbart. But I cannot do that until you have allowed me to--

Leonarda. Whether you can or not, I shall allow nothing else. I am
not going to give you an excuse for saying that you have been holding
conversations with me too.

Hagbart. If you have no objection, I am in love with your niece, Mrs.
Falk.

Leonarda. You? With Aagot?--It serves you right!

Hagbart. I know.

Leonarda. Ha, ha! That is how the land lies.

[HANS appears at the open door.]

Hans. Can I go now, ma'am?

Leonarda. Ha, ha!--Yes, you can go. (Exit HANS ) Well, what more have
you to tell me? Have you given Aagot any hint of this?

Hagbart. Yes.

Leonarda. And what answer did you get?--You are silent. Do you find it
difficult to tell me?

Hagbart. I am very glad you take it so well, Mrs. Falk.

Leonarda. Yes, it's funny, isn't it?--Well, what did Aagot say? She
generally has plenty to say.

Hagbart. Indeed she has. We came here to-day by the same boat--

Leonarda. By the same boat? Aagot and you? Have you been persecuting
her?

Hagbart. Mrs. Falk, you cannot possibly understand if you will not allow
me to--

Leonarda. I wish to hear the rest of it from my niece, as I suppose she
will be here directly.

Hagbart. Of course, but still--

Leonarda. There will be no more of that sort of thing here! If you
intend to persecute my niece with your attentions in the same way as you
have persecuted me with your malice, you are at liberty to try. But you
shall not come here! I can forbid it here.

Hagbart. But, my dear Mrs. Falk--

Leonarda. I am really beginning to lose my patience, or rather I have
lost it already. What have you come here for?

Hagbart. As there is no help for it--well, I will tell you straight out,
although it may be a shock to you--I am here to ask for your niece's
hand.

Leonarda (taking up her gloves). If I were a man, so that there should
be nothing "doubtful" about my reply, I would strike you across the face
with my gloves.

Hagbart. But you are a woman, so you will not.

[Enter HANS.]

Hans. Here is Miss Aagot, ma'am.

Aagot (from without). Aunt!

Leonarda. Aagot!

[Enter AAGOT. HANS goes out.]

Aagot. Aunt!--That wretched Hans! I was signalling to him--I wanted to
surprise you. (Throws herself into LEONARDA'S arms.)

Leonarda. Child, have you deceived me?

Aagot. Deceived you? I?

Leonarda. I knew it! (Embraces her.) Forgive me! I had a moment's
horrible doubt--but as soon as I looked at you it was gone!--Welcome,
welcome! How pretty you look! Welcome!

Aagot. Oh, aunt!

Leonarda. What is it?

Aagot. You know.

Leonarda. His shameless persecution of you? Yes! (Meanwhile HAGBART has
slipped out.)

Aagot. Hush!--Oh, he has gone!--Have you been cross with him?

Leonarda. Not as cross as he deserved--

Aagot. Didn't I tell him so?

Leonarda (laughing). What did you tell him?

Aagot. How hasty you could be!--Were you really cruel to him?

Leonarda. Do you mean to say you have any sympathy--with him?

Aagot. Have I any--? But, good heavens, hasn't he told you?

Leonarda. What?

Aagot. That he--that I--that we--oh, aunt, don't look so dreadfully at
me!--You don't know, then?

Leonarda. No!

Aagot. Heaven help me! Aunt--!

Leonarda. You don't mean to say that you--?

Aagot. Yes, aunt.

Leonarda. With him, who--. In spite of that, you--Get away from me!

Aagot. Dear, darling aunt, listen to me!

Leonarda. Go away to him! Away with you!

Aagot. Have you looked at him, aunt? Have you seen how handsome he is?

Leonarda. Handsome? He!

Aagot. No, not a bit handsome, of course! Really, you are going too far!

Leonarda. To me he is the man who made a laughingstock of me in a
censorious little town by calling me "a woman of doubtful reputation."
And one day he presents himself here as my adopted daughter's lover, and
you expect me to think him handsome! You ungrateful child!

Aagot. Aunt!

Leonarda. I have sacrificed eight years of my life--eight years--in this
little hole, stinting myself in every possible way; and you, for whom
I have done this, are hardly grown up before you fly into the arms of a
man who has covered me with shame. And I am supposed to put up with it
as something quite natural!--and to say nothing except that I think he
is handsome! I--I won't look at you! Go away!

Aagot (in tears). Don't you suppose I have said all that to myself, a
thousand times? That was why I didn't write. I have been most dreadfully
distressed to know what to do.

Leonarda. At the very first hint of such a thing you might to have taken
refuge here--with me--if you had had a scrap of loyalty in you.

Aagot. Aunt! (Goes on her knees.) Oh, aunt!

Leonarda. To think you could behave so contemptibly!

Aagot. Aunt!--It was just because he was so sorry for the way he had
behaved to you, that I first--

Leonarda. Sorry? He came here with a smile on his lips!

Aagot. That was because he was in such a fright, aunt.

Leonarda. Do people smile because they are in a fright?

Aagot. Others don't, but he does. Do you know, dear, he was just the
same with me at first--he smiled and looked so silly; and afterwards he
told me that it was simply from fright.

Leonarda. If he had felt any qualms of conscience at all, as you pretend
he did, he would at least have taken the very first opportunity to
apologise.

Aagot. Didn't he do that?

Leonarda. No; he stood here beating about the bush and smiling--

Aagot. Then you must have frightened the sense out of him, aunt. He is
shy, you know.--Aunt, let me tell you he is studying for the church.

Leonarda. Oh, he is that too, is he!

Aagot. Of course he is. You know he is the bishop's nephew, and
is studying for the church, and of course that is what made him
so prejudiced. But his behaviour that day was just what opened his
eyes--because he is very kind-hearted. Dear, darling aunt--

Leonarda. Get up! It is silly to lie there like that. Where did you
learn that trick?

Aagot (getting up). I am sure I don't know. But you frighten me so.
(Cries.)

Leonarda. I can't help that. You frightened me first, you know, child.

Aagot. Yes, but it is all quite different from what you think, aunt.
He is no longer our enemy. He has reproached himself so genuinely for
treating you as he did--it is perfectly true, aunt. We all heard him say
so. He said so first to other people, so that it should come round to
me; and then I heard him saying so to them; and eventually he told me
so, in so many words.

Leonarda. Why did you not write and tell me?

Aagot. Because you are not like other people, aunt! If I had as much
as mentioned he was there, you would have told me to come home again at
once. You aren't like others, you know.

Leonarda. But how in the world did it come about that you--?

Aagot. You know, dear, that if any one sings _your_ praises, that is
enough to make me their friend at once. And when, to crown all, this man
did it who had behaved so unjustly to you, you can well believe that I
went about singing for joy all day. That was the beginning of it--

Leonarda. Yes, tell me the whole story.

Aagot. That would be simply impossible, aunt! It would take me
days!--But I can tell you this, that I had no idea what it was that was
upsetting my nerves in such a manner.

Leonarda. If you felt like that, why did you not come away?

Aagot. That was just what I did! But that was also just what made the
whole thing happen!

Leonarda. How? Try and tell me a little more calmly and consecutively!

Aagot. Thank you, aunt! It is good of you to listen to me! Good heavens,
how I--. (Bursts into tears.)

Leonarda. There--there! Tell me all about it from beginning to end.

Aagot. Yes--I was quite feverish for about a week--I thought I was
ill--and the others kept asking what was the matter with me. And really
I didn't know. There is a whole heap of things I could tell you about
those few days--but you wouldn't be able to understand.

Leonarda. Yes, I should.

Aagot. No, you couldn't possibly! I can't, either. I was so wretched
then--and now I am so happy--

Leonarda. Well, tell me about it another time. But how did things come
to a head?

Aagot. He spoke to me--straight out!

Leonarda. Proposed to you?

Aagot. Yes.--Oh, I feel I am blushing again at the very thought of it.

Leonarda. And you looked foolish?

Aagot. I don't know what I looked like!

Leonarda. What did you do?

Aagot. I gave one scream--a real good scream--and ran; ran home, packed
my trunk, and got on board the boat as quick as I could.

Leonarda. And was that all?

Aagot. All? It happened out of doors amongst all the people.

Leonarda. Aagot!

Aagot. It happened so frightfully unexpectedly. I never was so
frightened in my life--and so ashamed of myself afterwards. I did
nothing but cry on the boat, all the way.

Leonarda. But he must have come by the same boat.

Aagot. Just fancy, he had travelled overland across the promontory and
caught the boat on the other side. And I knew nothing about it till
I saw him before my eyes! I thought I should sink through the deck. I
wanted to run away then, but--oh, aunt, I couldn't! He looked at me with
such a wonderful look in his eyes, and took hold of my hands. He spoke
to me, but I don't know what he said; everything seemed to be going
round and round. And his eyes, aunt! Ah, you haven't looked at them, and
that is why you took it so--so--

Leonarda. No, dear.

Aagot. There is something about his mere presence--something so true.
And when he looks at me and says--not in words, you know, but still says
all the same "I love you so much," I tremble all over. Oh, aunt, kiss
me!--There! Thank heaven!--Do you know what he said to-day?

Leonarda. No.

Aagot. That the woman who had fostered--that was the word he used--such
a solemn word, but then he is studying for the church--well, that the
woman who had fostered such a girl--he meant me, you know--I thought of
all my faults, but he will get to know them soon enough--

Leonarda. Well? That the woman who had fostered such a girl as you--

Aagot.--as me, could not have her equal anywhere!

Leonarda. You must have been praising me up nicely?

Aagot. On the contrary. It was afterwards when he said he would come
here first, before me--it was his duty, he said, to stand the first
shock. "For heaven's sake don't," I said; "you don't know her, she will
crush you!"

Leonarda. Oh, Aagot!

Aagot. It was then that he said, "No, the woman who has fostered such a
girl," etcetera, etcetera. Ah, now I see you have been horrid to him.

Leonarda. I had been worried all the morning--and I misunderstood--

Aagot. You shall have no more worries after this. Because people are so
kind, you know, and you are going to move about among them again. You,
who are so good yourself--

Leonarda. No, that is just what I am not.

Aagot. You? You are only so very difficult to understand, aunt!--Oh,
what is it, dear?

Leonarda. I am unhappy, Aagot!

Aagot. Why, aunt? About me?

Leonarda. You are the sunshine of my life; you have brought light and
warmth and gentleness into it--but it is just because of that--

Aagot. Because of that? Aunt, I don't understand you.

Leonarda. I am clumsy, I am hard, I am suspicious--wicked. I am a
savage, with no more self-restraint than I ever had. What sort of a
figure must I cut in his eyes--and in yours? Tell me! Am I not a clumsy,
ugly--

Aagot. You are the sweetest woman in the whole work! It is only your
indomitable strength and courage and youthfulness--

Leonarda. No, no--tell me the truth! I deserve it! Because, you know, it
has been for your sake that for eight years I have only associated with
work-people. All that I have will be yours. So have some respect for me,
Aagot--tell me the truth! Am I not--what shall I say? Tell me what I am!

Aagot. Adorable!

Leonarda. No, no! I have never realised as strongly as I do now how
I have buried myself all these eight years. All the books I have read
about the great movements going on in the world outside have not really
enlightened me. All that I have read and thought fades away before
the first gleam of life that reaches me from the real world of men and
women. I see new beauty merely in your new clothes, your fashionable
hat--the colours you are wearing--the way they are blended. They mean
something that I know nothing of. You bring a fragrance in with you--a
breath of freshness; you are so dainty and full of life; whereas
everything here has become so old, so heavy, so disjointed--and my life
most of all.

Aagot. Well, I must tell you what he said, since you won't believe what
I say.

Leonarda. But he knew nothing about me?

Aagot. No--it only indirectly referred to you. He said he had never
wanted so much to get to know any one, as he wanted to get to know you,
because seeing much of me had made him discover you--that was the very
expression he used! And it was an extraordinary chance that--

Leonarda. Stop! I can't bear to think of it!--To think it should be the
very man whom we--we--

Aagot. Hated so!--yes, isn't it extraordinary?

Leonarda. The very first time you have been away from me!

Aagot. Yes!

Leonarda. And you come back in a halo of reconciliation and affection
for him!

Aagot. But who is responsible for that, I should like to know! And you
talk about your life here having made you clumsy and ugly--you, who can
manufacture a goddess of victory like me!

Leonarda. No, I don't complain when I see you and hear you--when I have
you with me! That is worth paying a price for. It was selfish of me
to think for a moment that the price was too high. You are in the
springtime of your life--while I--

Aagot. You? What is wrong with your life?

Leonarda. I am beginning to think my life is over.

Aagot. Yours? Your life over? Oh, you pain me by saying such a thing.

Leonarda. I am very happy--very happy about all this! Believe me that is
so. But you know--

Aagot. I know how tremendously and incomprehensibly you have changed!

Leonarda. Go, my child--and bring him back!

Aagot. How delicious that sounds! Bring him back! (Gets up, then stops.)
Thank you, my dear, sweet, darling aunt! (She runs out. LEONARDA falls
into a chair by the table and buries her head in her hands. AAGOT'S
voice is heard without: "Yes, come along!" and HAGBART'S, answering: "Is
it true?")

Aagot (coming in with HAGBART). Come along! (LEONARDA gets up, dries her
eyes, and meets them with a smile.) Aunt, here he is!

Hagbart. Mrs. Falk!

Leonarda. Forgive me!

Hagbart. What?--No, you must forgive me! I haven t been able to ask you
to! I--

Aagot. We can talk about that another time! Let aunt look at you now!

Leonarda. You two won't disappoint one another. I can see that.

Aagot. It is wonderfully sweet of you, aunt!

Leonarda. Yes, love one another! Bring some beauty, some warmth, some
colour into this cold house!

Aagot. Oh, aunt--!

Leonarda. Have you kissed her yet? (AAGOT moves a little away from
HAGBART.) Go on! (They embrace.)

Aagot (running from him to LEONARDA). But, dearest aunt, are you crying?

Leonarda. Don't bother about me!--Have you told your uncle, the bishop,
about it?

Hagbart. Not yet.

Leonarda. You haven't?--Well, you have the worst of it before you yet, I
am afraid.

Hagbart. No; now that I have got as far as this, nothing shall stand in
my way!

Aagot. Do you hear that, aunt?

[Curtain.]




ACT II

(SCENE.--A room in the BISHOP's house, some weeks later. A door at
the back of the room leads to another large room. Another door in
the right-hand wall; windows in the left. Well forward, by one of the
windows, a large easy-chair. Farther back, a writing-desk and chair.
On the right, near the door, a couch, and chairs ranged along the wall.
Chairs also alongside the door at the back. The Bishop is sitting on the
couch, talking to HAGBART.)

Bishop. My dear Hagbart, you keep on telling me that you have acted up
to your convictions. Very well, do you want to forbid my acting up to
mine?

Hagbart. You know that all I ask, uncle, is that you will see her and
talk to her first.

Bishop. But if that is exactly what I don't wish to do? You have made
things difficult for us, you know, by choosing a wife out of your own
class--although at the same time we have grown fonder of her every day,
and are ready to do anything for _her_. But farther than that we cannot
go. Do you want to read my letter?

Hagbart. No.

Bishop. I think you should. It is quite a polite letter.

Hagbart. I know you can put things politely enough. But it is the fact,
uncle--the fact of your doing it!

Bishop. Yes--I cannot alter that.

Hagbart. Could you not at all events postpone sending the letter?

Bishop. It is sent.

Hagbart. Sent?

Bishop. This morning. Yes. So there is nothing more to be done.

Hagbart. Uncle, you are cruel!

Bishop. How can you say that, Hagbart? I have acquiesced in your giving
up your clerical career--and Heaven alone knows what a grief that is to
me. (Gets up.) But I will not acquiesce in your bringing into my house
a woman who does not even bear her husband's name. Do we as much as know
who her husband was? She was both married and divorced abroad. And
we don't know anything more about her life since then; it is scarcely
likely it has been blameless. Since she came here she has never once
been to church. She has led a most eccentric life, and lately has been
allowing a man of very evil reputation to visit her.

Hagbart. General Rosen?

Bishop. Yes, General Rosen. He is next door to a drunkard. And he is a
dissolute fellow in other ways, too.

Hagbart. He goes everywhere, all the same. He even comes here.

Bishop. Well, you see, he distinguished himself on military service; he
has many sociable qualities, and he is well connected. It is the way of
the world.

Hagbart. But Mrs. Falk is not to be received?

Bishop. She is a woman.

Hagbart. How long will this sort of thing be endured?

Bishop. Come, come--are you getting those ideas into your head too? You
seem to have imbibed a lot of new doctrines lately!

Hagbart. You should have seen her and talked to her once at least,
before making up your mind.

Bishop. I will tell you something in confidence, Hagbart. Justice Rost,
who lives out there in the country, has often seen General Rosen coming
away from her house at most unseemly hours. I will have nothing to do
with women of that sort.

Hagbart. What about men of that sort?

Bishop. Well, as I said, that is quite another matter.

Hagbart. Quite so.--Mrs. Falk takes compassion on the General; she
interests herself in him. That is all.

Bishop. Did she know him previously, then?

Hagbart. Very likely.

Bishop. Then she has her own private reasons for acting as she does.

Hagbart. Shall I tell you what it is? She has a kinder heart than any of
us, and can make a sacrifice more willingly.

Bishop. So you know that?

Hagbart. Yes. Hers is a finer nature than any of ours; it is more
completely developed, intellectually and morally.

Bishop. I am listening to you with the profoundest amazement!

Hagbart. Oh, don't misunderstand me! She has her faults.

Bishop. Really, you admit that!--I want to beg something of you
earnestly, Hagbart. Go away for a little while.

Hagbart. Go away!

Bishop. Yes, to your uncle's, for instance. Only for a week or a
fortnight. You need to clear your thoughts, badly--about all sorts of
things. Your brain is in a whirl.

Hagbart. That is true; but--

Bishop. Speak out!

Hagbart. My brain has been in a whirl much longer than you have had any
idea of. It has been so ever since that day in winter when I did Mrs.
Falk such a horrible injustice.

Bishop. Not exactly an injustice, but--

Hagbart. Yes, an injustice! It was a turning point in my life. To think
that I should have given way to such a fanatical outburst! It ended
in my being terrified at myself--well, I won't bore you with the whole
story of my long fight with myself. You saw nothing of it, because I was
not here. But at last, when I got ill and had to go away and take the
waters, and then happened to see Aagot--the effect on me was more than
anything I could have imagined. I seemed to see the truth; mankind
seemed different, and I seemed to hear the voice of life itself at last.
You cannot imagine the upheaval it caused in me. It must be that she had
something within her that I lacked, and had always lacked! It was her
wonderful naturalness; everything she did was done with more charm and
gaiety than I found in any one else, and she was quite unconscious of it
herself. I used to ask myself what was the reason of it--how it could
be that it had been her lot to grow up so free and wholesome. I realised
that it was because I had been oblivious to what I lacked myself, that I
had been so fanatically severe upon others. I knew it is humiliating
to confess it, but it is true. I have always been blundering and
impetuous.--But what was I going to say?

Bishop. You were going to speak about Mrs. Falk, I presume.

Hagbart. Yes!--My dear uncle, don't take it amiss. But all this time I
have never been able to keep away from her.

Bishop. Then it is she you have been talking to?

Hagbart. Of course!--and of course, that is to say, to Aagot too. You
propose my going away. I cannot! If I could multiply myself by two, or
if I could double the length of the days, I should never have enough
of being with her! No, I have seen daylight now. On no account can I go
away.

Bishop. And you call that seeing daylight! Poor boy!

Hagbart. I cannot discuss it with you. You would no more understand than
you did that day when you took away those books of grandmother's from me
and put them in the lumber-room.

Bishop. Oh, you are bringing that up again? Well, you are at liberty to
do as you please. You shall not have the right to say I have exercised
any compulsion.

Hagbart. No, uncle, you are very good--to me.

Bishop. But there is a new fact to be taken into consideration. I have
noticed it for some days.

Hagbart. What do you mean?

Bishop. In all this conversation we have just had, you have only
mentioned Aagot's name twice, at most.

Hagbart. But we were not talking about Aagot.

Bishop. Are you not in love with her any longer?

Hagbart. Not in love with Aagot? (Laughs.) Can you ask that? Do you mean
to say--?

Bishop. Yes, I mean to say--

Hagbart (laughing again). No, that is quite a misunderstanding on your
part, uncle.

Bishop. Well, I say it again: go away for a week or a fortnight,
Hagbart! Consider the situation from a distance--both your own position
and that of others!

Hagbart. It is impossible, absolutely impossible, uncle. It would be
just as useful to say to me: "Lie down and go to sleep for a week or a
fortnight, Hagbart; it will do you good"! No. All my faculties are awake
at last--yes, at last--so much so, that sometimes I can scarcely control
myself.

Bishop. That is the very reason.

Hagbart. The very reason why I must go straight ahead, for once in my
life! No, I must stay here now.--Well, good morning, uncle! I must go
out for a turn.

Bishop. Go to call on Mrs. Falk, you mean.

Hagbart (laughing). Unfortunately I haven't the face to do that
till this afternoon; I was there the whole day yesterday. But our
conversation has set all my thoughts agog again, and when I have no
means of appeasing them I have to go out and walk. Thank you, uncle, for
being so indulgent to me!

Bishop. Then you don't wish to read my letter?

Hagbart. Ah, that is true--the letter! That upsets the whole thing
again. I don't know how I came to forget that.

Bishop. You see for yourself how confused and distracted you are. You
need to pull yourself together. Go away for a little!

Hagbart. It is impossible!--Good-bye, uncle!

Bishop. Here is grandmother!

[Enter the GRANDMOTHER and CORNELIA.]

Hagbart. Good morning, grandmother! Have you slept well?

Grandmother (coming forward on CORNELIA's arm). Excellently!

Cornelia. She slept well into the morning.

Bishop. I am delighted, grandmother. (Takes her other arm.)

Grandmother. You needn't shout so loud. It is a fine day to-day and
I can hear very well. (To HAGBART.) You didn't come in to see me last
night.

Hagbart. I came in too late, grandmother.

Grandmother. I tell you, you needn't talk so loud.

Cornelia. She always wants to make out that she can hear.

Grandmother (as they settle her in the big chair by the window). This is
a nice seat--

Bishop. And I am always delighted to see you sitting there.

Grandmother. The window--and the mirror over there.

Cornelia. Yes, it enables you to see everything.

Grandmother. How you do shout, all you good people!

Bishop. I must go and change my things, if you will excuse me. (Goes out
to the right.)

Cornelia. Do you want anything more?

Grandmother. No, thank you. (CORNELIA goes out at the back.)

Hagbart. Dear, good grandmother! You are the only one here who
understands me!

Grandmother (trying to look round the room). Are we alone?

Hagbart. Yes.

Grandmother. Has your uncle called on Mrs. Falk?

Hagbart. No, worse luck; he has written her a letter.

Grandmother. I thought as much.

Hagbart. Isn't it shameful, grandmother! He won't see her once, or talk
to her, before judging her.

Grandmother. They are all alike, these--. Are we alone?

Hagbart. Yes, grandmother.

Grandmother. You must have patience, Hagbart! You used to be patient.

Hagbart. Yes, grandmother.

Grandmother. I have seen so many generations--so many different ways of
behaving. In my day we were tolerant.

Hagbart. I enjoyed reading your books so much, grand mother!

Grandmother. Of course you did.--Are we alone?

Hagbart. Yes, grandmother.

Grandmother. I am quite in love with your fiancee, Hagbart. She is like
what girls were in my day.

Hagbart. Courageous, weren't they?

Grandmother. Yes, and independent. They seem quite different
nowadays.--Are we alone?

Hagbart. Yes.

Grandmother. You get married--and I will come and live with you and her.
Hush!

Hagbart. Do you mean it?

Grandmother. Hush! (Looks out of the window.) There is Justice Rost
coming, with his wife. Go and tell your uncle!

Hagbart. Yes.

Grandmother. I might have expected it. They came up from the country
yesterday.

Hagbart. Good-bye, then, grandmother!

Grandmother. Good-bye, my boy! (HAGBART goes out to the right. The door
at the back is opened. CORNELIA ushers in ROeST and MRS. ROeST.)

Cornelia. Please walk in!

Mrs. Rost. Thank you! You must excuse us for calling so early. We came
up from the country yesterday, and my husband has to go to the courts
for a little while!

Rost. I have to go to the courts to-day. (The BISHOP conies in from the
right.)

Bishop. Welcome!

Rost and Mrs. Rost. Thank you!

Mrs. Rost. You must excuse our calling so early; but we came up from the
country yesterday, and my husband has to go to the courts to-day.

Rost. I have to go to the courts for a little while.

Bishop. I know.

Mrs. Rost. And there is the old lady in her chair already!

Rost. Good morning, my dear madam!

Mrs. Rost. Good morning!--No, please don't get up!

Grandmother. Oh, I can get up still.

Rost. Ah, I wish I were as active as you!

Mrs. Rost. My husband was saying to Miss Cornelia only last night--

Grandmother. You need not strain yourself so. I can hear perfectly well.
(The others exchange glances.)

Rost. I was saying to Miss Cornelia only last night--we met for a few
moments after the service--

Grandmother. I know, I know.

Rost. I said I had never known any one of over ninety have all their
faculties so remarkably clear--

Mrs. Rost.--so remarkably clear as yours! And such good health, too! My
husband has suffered a great deal from asthma lately.

Rost. I have suffered a great deal from asthma lately.

Mrs. Rost. And I from a heart trouble, which--

Grandmother. We did not know anything about such ailments in my day.

Mrs. Rost. Isn't she sweet! She doesn't remember that people were
sometimes ill in her day.

Bishop. Lovely weather we are having!

Rost. Delightful weather! I cannot in the least understand how it is
that I--. (The BISHOP brings a chair forward for him.) Oh, please don't
trouble, my lord! Allow me.

Mrs. Rost. My husband must have caught cold. (ROeST sits down.)

Cornelia. It certainly was draughty in church last night.

Rost. But we sat in the corner farthest from the door.

Mrs. Rost. We sat in the corner farthest from the door. That was why we
were not able to bid your lordship good evening afterwards.

Bishop. There was such a crowd.

Rost, Mrs. Rost, and Cornelia. Such a crowd!

Mrs. Rost. These services must be a great help in your lordship's
labours.

Rost. Yes, every one says that.

Bishop. Yes, if only the result were something a little more practical.
We live in sad times.

All three (as before). Sad times!

Mrs. Rost. We only just heard yesterday and we met so many friends that
I was prevented from asking your sister about it--we have only just
heard--

Rost. And that is why we have come here to-day. We believe in being
straightforward!

Mrs. Rost. Straightforward! That is my husband's motto.

Bishop. Probably you mean about Hagbart's engagement?

Rost and Mrs. Rost. To Miss Falk?

Cornelia. Yes, it is quite true.

Mrs. Rost. Really?

Cornelia. My brother came to the conclusion that he had no right to
oppose it.

Rost. Quite so. It must have been a difficult matter for your lordship
to decide.

Bishop. I cannot deny that it was.

Mrs. Rost. How Mr. Tallhaug has changed!

Rost. Yes, it seems only the other day he--

Bishop. We must not be too severe on young people in that respect
nowadays, Mrs. Rost.

Rost. It is the spirit of the time!

Bishop. Besides, I must say that the young lady is by no means
displeasing to me.

Cornelia. My brother has a very good opinion of her--although he finds
her manner perhaps a little free, a little too impetuous.

Mrs. Rost. But her adoptive mother?

Rost. Yes, her adoptive mother!

Cornelia. My brother has decided not to call on her.

Rost and Mrs. Rost. Really!

Mrs. Rost. We are extremely glad to hear that!

Rost. It was what we wanted to know! Everybody we met yesterday was
anxious to know.

Mrs. Rost. Everybody! We were so concerned about it.

Cornelia. My brother has written to her, to make it quite clear to her.

Rost. Naturally!

Mrs. Rost. We are very glad to hear it!

Grandmother (looking out of the window). There is a carriage stopping at
the door.

Cornelia. I thought I heard a carriage, too. (Gets up.)

Grandmother. There is a lady getting out of it.

Mrs. Rost. A lady?--Good heavens, surely it is not--? (Gets up.)

Rost. What do you say? (Gets up.)

Cornelia. She has a veil on.

Mrs. Rost. I really believe--! (To her husband.) You look, my dear--you
know her.

Rost. It is she; I recognise her coachman Hans.

Bishop (who has got up). But perhaps it is Miss Aagot?

Cornelia. No, it is not Miss Aagot.--She is in the house by this time.
What are we to do?

Mrs. Rost. Has she not had your lordship's letter?

Bishop. Yes, this morning.

Rost. And in spite of that--?

Bishop. Perhaps for that very reason. Ahem!--Cornelia, you must go down
and--

Cornelia. Not on any account! I refuse!

Mrs. Rost (to her husband). Come, dear! Be quick, let us get away.
(Looks for her parasol.) Where is my parasol?

Bishop (in a low voice). Won't you wait a little while Mr. Rost?

Rost. Oho!

Mrs. Rost. My parasol! I can't find my parasol.

Rost. Because you have got it in your hand, my love!

Mrs. Rost. So I have! You see how upset I am. Make haste--come along!
Can we get out this way?

Rost. Through the Bishop's bedroom!

Mrs. Rost. Oh!--But if you come with me, my dear!--Are we to meet this
woman? Why do you stand still? Surely you don't want to--?

Rost. Let us wait a little.

Mrs. Rost. Wait? So that you may talk to her? Oh, you men--you are all
alike!

Bishop. But, you know, some one must--. Cornelia!

Cornelia. Not for worlds! I am not going to stir an inch.

Grandmother. Gracchus!

Bishop. Yes, grandmother?

Mrs. Rost. Now the old lady is going to interfere. I thought as much!

Grandmother. Courtesy is a duty that every one must recognise.

Bishop. You are quite right. (Goes towards the back of the room; at the
same time a knock is heard on the door). Come in! (The door opens, and
LEONARDA enters.)

Mrs. Rost. It is she!

Rost. Be quiet!

Mrs. Rost. But wouldn't you rather--?

Leonarda. Excuse me, am I speaking to the Bishop?

Bishop. Yes, madam. Whom have I the honour to--?

Leonarda. Mrs. Falk.

Bishop. Allow me to introduce my sister--and Mr. Justice Rost and Mrs.
Rost--and this is--

Leonarda. "Grandmamma" of whom I have heard, I think!

Bishop. Yes. Let me present Mrs. Falk to you, grandmother.

Grandmother (getting up). I am very glad to see you, ma'am.

Mrs. Rost and Cornelia. What does she say?

Grandmother. As the oldest of the family--which is the only merit I
possess--let me bid you welcome. (LEONARDA gives a start, then kneels
down and kisses her hand.)

Mrs. Rost. Good gracious!

Cornelia. Well!

Mrs. Rost. Let us go away!

Rost (in a low voice). Does your lordship wish--?

Bishop (in the same tone). No, thank you--I must go through with it now.

Rost. Good morning, then!

Bishop. Many thanks for your visit and for being so frank with me.

Mrs. Rost. That is always our way, your lordship. Good morning!

Cornelia (as they advance to take leave of her). I will see you out.

Rost (to the GRANDMOTHER). I hope I shall always see you looking as
well, madam!

Mrs. Rost. Good-bye, madam! No, please don't disturb yourself. You have
over-exerted yourself just now you know.

Grandmother. The same to you.

Rost and Mrs. Rost. I beg your pardon?

Bishop. She thought you were wishing her good day--or something of that
sort.

Rost and Mrs. Rost. Oh, I see! (They laugh. They both ceremoniously in
silence to LEONARDA as they pass her; CORNELIA and the BISHOP go with
them to see them out, the BISHOP turning at the door and coming back
into the room.)

Bishop (to LEONARDA). Won't you sit down?

Leonarda. Your lordship sent me a letter to-day. (She pauses for
an answer, but without effect.) In it you give me to understand,
as politely as possible, that your family does not wish to have any
intercourse with me.

Bishop. I imagined, Mrs. Falk, that you had no such desire, either
previously or now.

Leonarda. What it rally means is that you want me to make over my
property to the two young people, and disappear.

Bishop. If you choose to interpret it in that way, Mrs. Falk.

Leonarda. I presume your nephew has told you that my means are not such
as to allow of my providing for one establishment here and another for
myself elsewhere.

Bishop. Quite so. But could you not sell your property?

Leonarda. And all three of us leave here, your lordship means? Of course
that would be possible; but the property is just now becoming of some
value, because of the projected railway--and, besides, it has been so
long in our family.

Bishop. It is a very fine property.

Leonarda. And very dear to us.

Bishop. It pains me deeply that things should have taken this turn.

Leonarda. Then may I not hope that the fact may influence your
lordship's decision in some degree?

Bishop. My decision, madam, has nothing to do with your property.

Leonarda. During all these eight years have I offended you in any
way--or any one here?

Bishop. Mrs. Falk, you know quite well that you have not.

Leonarda. Or is it on account of the way I have brought up my niece--?

Bishop. Your niece does you the greatest credit, madam.

Leonarda. Then perhaps some of my people have been laying complaints
about me?--or some one has been complaining of them?

Bishop. Not even the most censorious person, my dear madam, could
pretend that you have been anything but exemplary in that respect.

Leonarda. Then what is it?

Bishop. You can scarcely expect me to tell a lady--

Leonarda. I will help you out. It is my past life.

Bishop. Since you say it yourself--yes.

Leonarda. Do you consider that nothing can expiate a past--about which,
moreover, you know nothing?

Bishop. I have not seen in you any signs of a desire to expiate it, Mrs.
Falk.

Leonarda. You mean that you have not seen me at confession or in church?

Bishop. Yes.

Leonarda. Do you want me to seek expiation by being untrue to myself?

Bishop. No; but the way I refer to is the only sure one.

Leonarda. There are others. I have chosen the way hard work and duty.

Bishop. I said the only sure way, Mrs. Falk. Your way does not protect
against temptation.

Leonarda. You have something definite in your mind when you say that,
have you not?--Shall I help you out again? It is General Rosen.

Bishop. Precisely.

Leonarda. You think I ought to send him away?

Bishop. Yes.

Leonarda. But it would be all up with him if I did. And there is a good
deal of ability in him.

Bishop. I have neither the right nor the desire to meddle in affairs
I know nothing of; but I must say that only a person of unimpeachable
reputation should attempt the rescue of such a man as General Rosen.

Leonarda. You are quite right.

Bishop. You are paying too high a price for it, Mrs. Falk, and without
any certainty of achieving anything.

Leonarda. Maybe. But there is one aspect of the matter that you have
forgotten.

Bishop. And that is?

Leonarda. Compassion.

Bishop. Quite so.--Yes.--Of course, if you approach the matter from that
point of view, I have nothing to say.

Leonarda. You don't believe it?

Bishop. I only wish the matter depended upon what I myself believe. But
it does not, Mrs. Falk.

Leonarda. But surely you will admit that one ought to do good even at
the risk of one's reputation?

Bishop. Undoubtedly.

Leonarda. Well, will your lordship not apply that maxim to yourself?
It is quite possible that for a while your congregation's faith in you
might be a little disturbed if you were to call upon me; but you know
now, from my own lips, that the rumours you have heard are false, and
that you ought rather to be all the more anxious to support me in what
I am trying to do. And in that way you will do a good turn to these two
young people, and to me, without driving me away. For some years now
I have lived only for others. One does not do that without making some
sacrifices, my lord--especially when, as in my case, one does not feel
that one's life is quite over.

Bishop. You look the picture of youth, Mrs. Falk!

Leonarda. Oh, no--still I have not done it without a struggle. And now I
want a little reward for it. Who would not? I want to spend my life with
those for whom I have sacrificed myself; I want to see their happiness
and make it mine. Do not rob me of that, my lord! It depends upon you!

Bishop. I do not quite see how it depends upon me.

Leonarda. It depends upon you for this reason; if my exile is to be the
price paid for her marriage, my niece will never consent to wed your
nephew.

Bishop. That would be very distressing to me, Mrs. Falk.

Leonarda. I made haste to come to you, before she should know anything
about it. I have brought your letter with me. Take it back, my lord!
(Searches in her pocket for the letter.)

Bishop (noticing her growing anxiety). What is wrong?

Leonarda. The letter!--I laid it on my desk while I dressed to come
out, meaning to bring it with me--but in my hurry and anxiety I have
forgotten it! And now Aagot is making out accounts at that very desk. If
she sees your handwriting she will suspect something at once, because of
course we have been expecting you every day.

Bishop. Well, I suppose there is nothing to be done?

Leonarda. Indeed there is. When she comes here--for she will understand
everything and come straight here--could not your lordship meet her
yourself, and say to her--. (Stops short.)

Bishop. Say what?

Leonarda. "I have been mistaken. People should be judged, not by their
mistakes, but by what they have achieved; not by their beliefs, but
by their efforts towards goodness and truth. I mean to teach my
congregation that lesson by calling upon your aunt next Sunday." (The
GRANDMOTHER nods at her approvingly. LEONARDA sees this, takes her hand,
and turns again towards the BISHOP.) This venerable lady pleads for
me too. She belongs to a day that was more tolerant than ours--at all
events than ours is in this little out-of-the-way place. All the wisdom
of her long life is summed up in these two words: Have forbearance!

Bishop. There is one kind of forbearance, Mrs. Falk, that is forbidden
us--the forbearance that would efface the distinction between good and
evil. That is what the "toleration" of my grandmother's day meant; but
it is not an example to be followed.

Leonarda (leaving the GRANDMOTHER's side). If I have erred--if I seem
of no account, from the lofty standpoint from which you look upon
life--remember that you serve One who was the friend of sinners.

Bishop. I will be your friend when I see you seeking your soul's
salvation. I will do all I can then.

Leonarda. Help me to expiate my past! That means everything to me--and
is not much for you to do. I only ask for a little show of courtesy,
instead of indignities! I will contrive that we shall seldom meet. Only
don't drive me away--because that means exposing me to contempt. Believe
me, I will give you no cause for shame; and your good deed will be
rewarded by the gratitude of the young people.

Bishop. I am deeply distressed at having to take up this attitude
towards you. You are bound to think me hardhearted; but that is not the
case. I have to consider that I am the guardian of thousands of anxious
consciences. I dare not for my nephew's sake offend the respect they
feel for me, the trust they put in me; nor dare I disregard the law we
all must follow. For a bishop to do as I have done in opening my doors
to your niece, is in itself no small thing, when you consider the
dissensions that are going on in the Church nowadays. I cannot, I
dare not, go farther and open my doors to a woman whom my whole
congregation--albeit unjustly--well, I won't wound your feelings by
going on.

Leonarda. Really?

Bishop. Believe me, it gives me great pain. You have made a remarkable
impression upon me personally. (Meanwhile the GRANDMOTHER has got up to
go out of the room.)

Leonarda. Are you going away? (The BISHOP goes to the wall and rings a
bell.)

Grandmother. Yes--I am too old for these scenes. And, after what I have
just heard, I am sure I have no right to sit here either. (CORNELIA
comes in, takes her arm, and assists her out.)

Leonarda (coming forward). Now I can say this to your lordship: you have
no courage. Standing face to face with me here, you know what you ought
to do, but dare not do it.

Bishop. You are a woman--so I will not answer.

Leonarda. It is because I am a woman that you have said things to
me to-day that you would not have said to--to General Rosen, for
instance--a man who is allowed to come to your lordship's house in spite
of his past life, and his present life too.

Bishop. He shall come here no more in future. Beside, you cannot deny
that there is a difference between your two cases.

Leonarda. There is indeed a difference: but I did not expect the
distinction to be made on these lines. Nor did I imagine, my lord, that
your duty was to protect, not the weaker vessel, but the stronger--to
countenance open vice, and refuse help to those who are unjustly
accused!

Bishop. Do you think there is any use in our prolonging this
conversation?

[AAGOT opens the door at the back and calls from the doorway.]

Aagot. Aunt!

Leonarda. Aagot! Good heavens!

Aagot (coming forward). Aunt!

Leonarda. Then you know? (AAGOT throws herself into her arms.) My child!

Aagot. I felt sure you would be here, heaven help me!

Leonarda. Control yourself, my child!

Aagot. No, I cannot. This is too much.

Bishop. Would you ladies rather be alone?

Aagot. Where is Hagbart?

Bishop. He has gone out for a walk.

Aagot. It makes me boil with rage! So this was to be the price of my
being received into your family--that I was to sell the one who has
been a mother to me! Sell her, whom I love and honour more than all the
world!

Bishop. Mrs. Falk, do you wish to continue?--or--

Aagot. Continue what? Your negotiations for the sale of my dear one?
No. And if it were a question of being admitted to heaven without her, I
should refuse!

Bishop. Child! Child!

Aagot. You must let me speak! I must say what is in my heart. And this,
at any rate, is in it--that I hold fast to those I love, with all the
strength that is in my being!

Bishop. You are young, and speak with the exaggeration of youth. But I
think we should do better to put an end to this interview; it can lead
to nothing.

Leonarda. Let us go.

[HAGBART appears at the door.]

Aagot (seeing him before the others). Hagbart!

Hagbart. I heard your voice from outside. Mrs. Falk--

Aagot. Hagbart! (She goes towards him, but as he hastens to her side she
draws back.) No--don't touch me!

Hagbart. But, Aagot--?

Aagot. Why did you not manage to prevent this? You never said a word to
me about it!

Hagbart. Because really I knew nothing about it.

Aagot. One becomes conscious of such things as that without needing to
be told. It hasn't weighed much on your mind!--Did you not know of it
just now?

Hagbart. Yes, but--

Aagot. And you didn't fly to tell us?

Hagbart. It is true I--

Aagot. Your mind was taken up with something else altogether. And my
only aim in life has been that everything should be made right for her!
I thought you were going to do that.

Hagbart. You are unjust, Aagot. What can I do--?

Aagot. No, you are too much of a dreamer. But this you must
realise--that I am not going to buy an honoured position at the price of
insults to my aunt; that is the very last thing possible.

Hagbart. Of course! But need there be any question of that? I will come
and live with you two, and--

Aagot. You talk like a fool!

Leonarda. Aagot! Aagot!

Aagot. Oh, I feel so hurt, so deceived, so mortified--I must say it out.
Because to-day is not the first of it--nor is this the only thing.

Leonarda. No, I can understand that. But what is it? You are wounding
his love for you.

Aagot (bitterly). His love for me!

Leonarda. Are you out of your mind? You are talking wildly!

Aagot. No, I am only telling the truth!

Leonarda (earnestly, and lowering her voice). Angry words, Aagot? You,
who have seen into the bottom of his heart in quiet sacred moments! You
who know how true, how steadfast he is! He is different from other men,
Aagot--

Aagot (drawing away from her). Stop! stop! You don't see!

Leonarda. You are out of your senses, my child! Your behaviour is
disgracing us.

Aagot. The greatest disgrace is his, then--because it is not me he
loves! (Bursts into tears and rushes to the back of the room.)

Bishop (to HAGBART, in a low voice). I hope now you will go away for a
little while.

Hagbart. Yes.

Bishop. Come away, then. (Goes out to the left, HAGBART follows him.)

Aagot (coming forward to LEONARDA). Can you forgive me?

Leonarda. Let us go home.

Aagot. But say something kind to me.

Leonarda. No.

Aagot. I won't let you go away till you do.

Leonarda. I cannot.

Aagot. Aunt, I am not jealous of you.

Leonarda. Be quiet!

Aagot. Only you must let me go away for a few days--I must get things
straight in my mind. (Bursts into tears.) Oh, aunt--for pity's sake--do
you love him? (LEONARDA tries to get away from her.) I don't love him
any longer! If you love him, aunt, I will give him up!

Leonarda. At least hold your tongue about it, here in another person's
house!--If you are not coming with me, I am going home by myself.

Aagot. Then I shall never follow you.

Leonarda. You are completely out of your senses!

Aagot. Yes; I cannot live, unless you speak to me gently and look at me
kindly.--God keep you, aunt, now and always!

Leonarda (turning to her). My child!

Aagot. Ah! (Throws herself into her arms.)

Leonarda. Let us go home!

Aagot. Yes.

[Curtain.]




ACT III

(SCENE--The garden at LEONARDA FALK'S house some days later. On the
left, a summer-house with table and chairs. A large basket, half full of
apples, is on the table. LEONARDA is standing talking to PEDERSEN.)

Leonarda. Very well, Pedersen; if the horses are not needed here, we may
as well send to fetch Miss Aagot home. Can we send to-day?

Pedersen. Certainly, ma'am.

Leonarda. Then please send Hans as soon as possible with a pair of
horses to the hill farm for her. It is too cold for her to be up there
now, anyway.

Pedersen. I will do so. (Turns to go.)

Leonarda. By the way, Pedersen, how has that little affair of yours been
going?

Pedersen. Oh--

Leonarda. Come to me this evening. We will see if we can continue our
little talk about it.

Pedersen. I have been wishing for that for a long time, ma'am.

Leonarda. Yes, for the last eight or ten days I have not been able to
think of anything properly.

Pedersen. We have all noticed that there has been something wrong with
you, ma'am.

Leonarda. We all have our troubles. (PEDERSEN waits; but as LEONARDA
begins to pick apples carefully from a young tree and put them in
a small basket that is on her arm, he goes out to the left. HAGBART
appears from the right, and stands for a minute without her seeing him.)

Hagbart. Mrs. Falk! (LEONARDA gives a. little scream.) I beg your
pardon, but I have been looking for you everywhere. How are you? I have
only just this moment got back.

Leonarda. Aagot is not at home.

Hagbart. I know. Has she been away the whole time?

Leonarda. Yes.

Hagbart. Will she be away long?

Leonarda. I am sending the horses up to-day, so she should be here by
the day after to-morrow.

Hagbart. It was you I wanted to speak to, Mrs. Falk.

Leonarda. About Aagot?

Hagbart. Yes, about Aagot--amongst other things.

Leonarda. But couldn't you wait--till some other time?

Hagbart. Mrs. Falk, I came straight here from the steamer; so you can
see for yourself--

Leonarda. But if it concerns Aagot, and she is not here?

Hagbart. The part of it that concerns Aagot is soon said. She was
perfectly right--only I did not know it at the time.

Leonarda. Good God!

Hagbart. I do not love Aagot.

Leonarda. But if Aagot loves you?

Hagbart. She has showed me lately that she does not. Did she not tell
you so, plainly?

Leonarda. She was--how shall I put it?--too excited for me to attach
much importance to what she said.

Hagbart. Then she did tell you so. I thought she had--indeed I was sure
of it. Aagot does not love me, but she loves you. She wants you to be
happy.

Leonarda. If you do not love Aagot, it seems to me you ought not to have
come here.

Hagbart. Perhaps you are right. But I am not the same man as I was when
I used to come here before; nor do I come for the same reason.

Leonarda. If you do not love Aagot, I must repeat that you have no right
to be here. You owe that much consideration both to her and to me.

Hagbart. I assure you that it is from nothing but the sincerest
consideration for you that I am here now.

Leonarda (who up to this point has been standing by the tree). Then I
must go!

Hagbart. You won't do that!

Leonarda. You seem to me completely changed.

Hagbart. Thank goodness for that!--because I don't feel any great
respect for the man I was before. Many people can decide such things in
a moment, but it has taken me time to see my course clearly.

Leonarda. I don't understand you.

Hagbart (almost before the words are out of her mouth, coming close to
her). You do understand me!

Leonarda. It would be wicked! Take care!

Hagbart. Your hand is trembling--

Leonarda. That is not true!

Hagbart. They say there is a devil in every one that should not be
waked. It is a foolish saying, because these devils are our vital
forces.

Leonarda. But we ought to have them under control. That is the lesson my
life has taught me; it has cost me dear, and I mean to profit by it.

Hagbart. If I did not believe that it was the impulse of truth itself
that guided me to you, I should not be standing here. I have had a long
struggle. I have had to give up one prejudice after another, to enable
my soul to find itself fully and go forward confidently. It has brought
me to you--and now we will go forward together.

Leonarda. That might have been, without this.

Hagbart. I love you! It is you I have loved in her--since the very first
day. I love you!

Leonarda. Then have respect for me--and go!

Hagbart. Leonarda!

Leonarda. No, no! (Shrinks away from him.) Oh, why did this happen?

Hagbart. It has come upon us step by step. The cruel obstacles in
our way have only proved friends to us, in bringing us together. Give
yourself up to happiness, as I do now!

Leonarda. I do not deserve happiness. I have never expected that.

Hagbart. I don't know what you have gone through to make you what you
are now--so beautiful, so good, so true; but this I do know, that if the
others had not judged you by your failures, I should not have loved you
for what you have achieved. And I thought that might give me some value
in your eyes.

Leonarda. Thank you for that, from my heart!--But the world disapproves
of such things. It disapproves of a young man's making love to an older
woman, and if--

Hagbart. I have never cared much about the world's opinion, even in
the days when I was most hidebound in prejudice. It is your opinion I
want--yours only!

Leonarda. And my answer is that one who is alone can get along without
the world's sympathy--but it is different with a couple. They will soon
feel the cold wind of the world's displeasure blowing between them.

Hagbart. When you answer me, it makes what I have said seem so formal
and ceremonious--so clumsy. But I must just be as I am; I cannot alter
myself. Dearest, from the moment I felt certain that it was you I loved,
only one thing seemed of any importance to me--everything else was
blotted out. And that is why I do not understand what you say. Do you
suppose they will try to make me tire of you? Do you suppose that is
possible?

Leonarda. Not now, but later on. There will come a time--

Hagbart. Yes, a time of work--self-development! It has come now. That
is why I, am here! Perhaps a time of conflict may come too--heaven send
that it may! Are we to pay any heed to that? No! You are free, and I am
free; and our future is in our own hands.

Leonarda. Besides, I have grown old--

Hagbart. You!

Leonarda.--and jealous, and troublesome; while you are the incarnation
of youth and joy.

Hagbart. You have more youth in you than I. You are an enchantress! All
your life you will be showing me new aspects of yourself--as you are
doing now. Each year will invest you with a new beauty, new spiritual
power. Do you think I only half understand you, or only half love you?
I want to sit close in your heart, warmed by its glow. It is the
irresistible power of truth that has drawn me to you. My whole life will
not be long enough for me to sound the unfathomable depths of your soul.

Leonarda. Your words are like the spring breezes, alluring and
intoxicating, but full of deadly peril too.

Hagbart. You love me! I knew it before I came here to-day. I saw it
the moment I stood here. Love is the very breath of life to you,
surpassingly more than to any one else I have ever seen; and that is why
you have suffered so terribly from the disappointments and emptiness
of life. And now, when love is calling to you--love that is true and
sincere--you are trembling!

Leonarda. You understand me in a way I thought impossible! It takes away
all my resolution; it--

Hagbart. Surely you saw it in all the many talks we love had?

Leonarda. Yes.

Hagbart. Then is that not a proof that we two--?

Leonarda. Yes, it is true! I can hide nothing from you. (Bursts into
tears.)

Hagbart. But why this unhappiness?

Leonarda. I don't know! It pursues me all day, and all through the
sleepless night. (Weeps helplessly.)

Hagbart. But it has no real existence. It might, in the case of others;
but not in our case--not for us.

Leonarda. I spoke in my distress, without thinking. I threw out the
first thing that came into my head, to try and stop you. But it is not
that--oh, God! (Sways as if half swooning.)

Hagbart (rushing to her side). Leonarda!

Leonarda. No, no! Let me be!

Hagbart. You know your love is too strong for you--will you not give way
to it?

Leonarda. Hagbart, there is something about it that is not right--

Hagbart. Do you mean in the way it has come about? In Aagot's having
been the means of leading me to you? Think of it, and you will see that
it could not have happened otherwise.

Leonarda. Talking about it will not help me. I must see Aagot; I must
speak to Aagot.

Hagbart. But you have done that! You know it is you that love me, and
not she. You know it is you that I love, and not her. What more do you
need?

Leonarda. I want time. I want not to lose the self-control I have won
for myself by years of renunciation and self-sacrifice, and was so proud
of. But it won't obey me when you speak to me. Your words possess me in
spite of myself. If there is any happiness on earth, it is to find one's
every thought faultlessly understood. But that happiness brings a pain
with it--for me, at any rate. No, don't answer! You are too strong for
me; because I love you--love you as only one can who has never believed
such joy could exist or could possibly come to her--and now the depths
of my peace are troubled with the thought that it is treachery to my
child.

Hagbart. But you know that it is not!

Leonarda. I don't know. Let me have time to think! I am afraid, and
my fear revives forgotten memories. More than that--I am afraid of the
immensity of my love for you, afraid of dragging you with me into a
whirlpool of disaster!--No, don't answer! Don't touch me!--Hagbart, do
you love me?

Hagbart. Can you ask that?

Leonarda. Then help me! Go away!--Be generous. Let my heart know this
triumph and see you in its glorious rays! Other women do not need that,
perhaps--but I need it--go!

Hagbart. Leonarda!

Leonarda. Wait till you hear from me. It will not be long. Whatever
happens, be patient--and remember, I love you!--No, don't say anything!
I have neither courage nor strength for anything more. (Her voice sinks
to a whisper.) Go! (He turns to go.) Hagbart! (He stops.) What you have
said to me to-day has given me the greatest happiness of my life. But
your going away now without a word will be more to me than all you have
sail. (He goes out.)

Leonarda (stands for some moments in a kind of ecstasy, moves, and
stands still again. Suddenly she calls out): Aagot!

Aagot (from without). Are you there?

Leonarda. My dear child! (Goes out, and cones in again with AAGOT in her
arms.) Did you walk?

Aagot. The whole way! (She is carrying her hat in her hand, appears hot
and sunburnt, and bears evident signs of laving made a long journey on
foot. She takes off a knapsack which she has been carrying on her back.)
I washed in a brook to-day and used it as a looking-glass as well!

Leonarda. Have you been walking all night?

Aagot. No; I slept for a little while at Opsal, but I was out by
sunrise. It was lovely!

Leonarda. And I have just been arranging to send and fetch you.

Aagot. Really? Well, they can fetch my things. I could not wait any
longer.

Leonarda. You look so well.

Aagot. Oh, that is because I am so sunburnt.

Leonarda. You are feeling all right again, then--now?

Aagot. Splendid, aunt! All that is over, now.--I have had a letter from
grandmother.

Leonarda. Was that letter from her that I sent on to you? I could not
make out whom it was from.

Aagot. Yes, it was from her. Here it is. You must hear it.

Leonarda. Yes.

Aagot (reads). "My dear child. I have not written a letter for many
years, so I do not know what this will be like. But Hagbart is away, so
I must tell you myself. Do not be distressed any longer. As soon as you
are married, I will come and live with you." Isn't that glorious, aunt?
(She is trembling with happiness, and throws her arms round LEONARDA'S
neck.)

Leonarda. But--

Aagot. But what? There is no more "but" about it, don't you see! It is
on your account.

Leonarda. On my account? Yes, but--what about you? How do you
stand--with Hagbart?

Aagot. Oh, that?--Well, I will tell you the whole story! I can do that
now.--Oh, don't take it all so seriously, aunt! It really is nothing.
But let us sit down. (Brings forward a seat, as she speaks.) I really
feel as if I wanted to sit down for a little while, too!--Well, you see,
it came upon me like an unexpected attack--a blow from behind, as it
were. Now, my dear aunt, don't look so troubled. It is all over now. As
a matter of fact, the beginning of it all was a play I saw.

Leonarda. A play?

Aagot. We saw it together once, you and I, do you remember? Scribe's
Bataille de Dames.

Leonarda. Yes.

Aagot. And I remember thinking and saying to you: That fellow Henri,
in the play, was a stupid fellow. He had the choice between a
strong-natured, handsome, spirited woman, who was ready to give her life
for him, and a child who was really a stupid little thing--for she was,
it is no use denying it, aunt--and he chose the insignificant little
person. No, I would rather sit down here; I can rest better so. Ah, that
is good! And now you mustn't look me in the face oftener than I want to
let you, because you take it too dreadfully solemnly, and I am going to
tell you something foolish now.--All of a sudden it flashed across my
mind: Good heavens! the woman was--, and the little hussy with the curly
hair was--, and he? But Hagbart is a man of some sense: he had chosen
otherwise! And I did not know; but I realised at the same time that
almost from the first day Hagbart used always to talk to you, and only
to you, and hardly at all to me except to talk about you. I got so
miserable about it that I felt as if some one had put a knife into my
heart; and from that moment--I am so ashamed of it now--I had no more
peace. I carried an aching pain in my heart night and day, and I thought
my heart itself would break merely to see him speak to you or you to
him. I am ashamed of myself; because what was more natural than that he
should never be tired of talking to you? I never should, myself!

Leonarda. But still I don't see--I don't understand yet--

Aagot. Wait a bit! Oh, don't look so anxiously at me! It is all over
now, you know.

Leonarda. What is all over?

Aagot. Bless my soul, wait! Aunt, dear, you are more impatient than I am
myself! I do not want you to think me worse than I am, so I must first
tell you how I fought with myself. I lay and cried all night, because
I could not talk to you about it, and in the daytime I forced myself
to seem merry and lively and happy. And then, aunt, one day I said to
myself quite honestly: Why should you feel aggrieved at his loving her
more than you? What are you, compared with her? And how splendid it
would be, I thought, for my dear aunt to find some one she could truly
love, and that it should be I that had brought them together!

Leonarda. That was splendid of you, Aagot!

Aagot. Yes, but now I mustn't make myself out better than I am, either.
Because I did not always manage to look at it that way; very often
something very like a sob kept rising in my throat. But then I used
to talk to myself seriously, and say: Even supposing it is your own
happiness you are giving up for her sake, is that too much for you to
do for her? No, a thousand times no! And even supposing he does not love
you any more, ought you not to be able to conquer your own feelings?
Surely it would be cowardly not to be able to do that! Think no more of
him, if he does not love you!

Leonarda. Aagot, I cannot tell you how I admire you, and love you, and
how proud I am of you!

Aagot. Oh, aunt, I never realised as I did then what you have been to
me! I knew that if I were capable of any great deed, anything really
good or really fine, it was you that had planted the impulse in me. And
then I sought every opportunity to bring this about; I wanted to take
ever so humble a part in it, but without your hearing a word or a sigh
from me. Besides, I had you always before me as an example; because I
knew that you would have done it for me--indeed that you had already
done as much. Your example was like a shining beacon to me, aunt!

Leonarda. Aagot!

Aagot. But you don't seem to be as happy about it as I am! Don't you
understand yet how it all happened?

Leonarda. Yes, but--about the result of it?

Aagot. Dearest, you know all about that!--No, it is true, you don't!
I must not forget to tell you that; otherwise you won't be able to
understand why I behaved so stupidly at the Bishop's.

Leonarda. No.

Aagot. Well, you see, when I was full of this splendid determination to
sacrifice myself so as to make you happy, I used to feel a regular fury
come over me because Hagbart noticed no change in me--or, to be more
correct, did not understand it in the least. He used to go about as
if he were in a dream. Isn't it extraordinary how one thing leads to
another? My feeling was stronger than I had any idea of; because when
the Bishop wanted to slight you--and that was like a stab from behind,
too!--I absolutely lost my head with Hagbart because of his not
having prevented that, instead of going about dreaming. I don't
know--but--well, you saw yourself what happened. I blurted out the first
thing that came into my head and was abominably rude; you were angry;
then we made friends again and I went away--and then, aunt--

Leonarda. And then--?

Aagot. Then I thought it all over! All the beautiful things you said
to me about him, as we were going home, came back to me more and more
forcibly. I saw you as I had always known you, noble and gentle.--It was
so wonderful up there, too! The air, the clearness, the sense of space!
And the lake, almost always calm, because it was so sheltered! And the
wonderful stillness, especially in the evening!--And so it healed, just
as a wound heals.

Leonarda. What healed?

Aagot. The pain in my heart, aunt. All the difficulties vanished. I
know Hagbart to be what you said--noble and true. And you too, aunt!
You would neither of you have wished to give me a moment's pain,
even unconsciously, I knew. It was so good to realise that! It was so
restful, that often while I was thinking of it, I went to sleep where
I sat--I was so happy!--Ah, how I love him! And then came grandmother's
letter--.

[HANS comes in, but does not see AAGOT at first.]

Hans. Then I am to fetch Miss Aagot--why, there she is!

Aagot (getting up). You quite frightened me, Hans!

Hans. Welcome back, miss!

Aagot. Thank you.

Hans. Well, you have saved me a journey, miss, I suppose?

Aagot. Yes. But someone must go and fetch my things.

Hans. Of course, miss.--But what is the matter with the mistress?

Aagot. Aunt!--Heavens, what is the matter?

Hans. The mistress has not looked well lately.

Aagot. Hasn't she? Aunt, dear! Shall I--? Would you like to--? Aunt!

Hans. Shall I fetch some one to--

Leonarda. No, no!--But you, Aagot--will you-. Oh, my God!--Will you run
in--and get--

Aagot. Your bottle of drops?

Leonarda. Yes. (AAGOT runs out.) Hans, go as quickly as you can to the
General's--ask him to come here! At once!

Hans. Yes, ma'am.

Leonarda. Hans!

Hans. Yes, ma'am.

Leonarda. Go on horseback. You may not find the General at home--and
have to go elsewhere after him.

Hans. Yes, ma'am. (Goes out. AAGOT re-enters.)

Aagot. Here it is, aunt!

Leonarda. Thank you. It is over now.

Aagot. But what was it, aunt?

Leonarda. It was something, dear--something that comes over one
sometimes at the change of the year.

[Curtain.]

(The interval between this act and the next should be very short.)




ACT IV

(SCENE.--A room in the BISHOP'S house, the same evening. The lights are
lit. The BISHOP comes in with LEONARDA, who is in travelling dress, with
a shawl over her arm and a bag in her hand. The BISHOP makes a movement
as though to relieve her of them, but she puts them down herself.)

Leonarda. Your lordship must excuse me for troubling you so late
as this; but the reason of it is something over which I have no
control.---Is your nephew here?

Bishop. No, but I expect him. He has been here twice this afternoon
already to see me, but I was out.

Leonarda. I will make haste then, and do what I have to do before he
comes.

Bishop. Shall I give instructions that we are to be told when he comes
in?

Leonarda. If you please.

Bishop (ringing the bell). Grandmother says that as soon as he came back
to-day, he went at once to see you.

Leonarda. Yes.

[Enter a Maid.]

Bishop (to the Maid). Be so good as to let me know when Mr. Hagbart
comes in. (Exit Maid.)

Leonarda. Has he had a talk with his grandmother?

Bishop. Yes.

Leonarda. After he--? (Checks herself.)

Bishop. After he had been to see you.

Leonarda. Did he tell her anything?

Bishop. He was very much agitated, apparently. I did not ask grandmother
any further questions; I can imagine what passed between them.--Has he
spoken to you?

Leonarda. Yes.

Bishop. And you, Mrs. Falk?

Leonarda. I--? Well, I am here.

Bishop. Going on a journey, if I am not mistaken?

Leonarda. Going on a journey. Things are turning out as you wished after
all, my lord.

Bishop. And he is to know nothing about it?

Leonarda. No one--except the person who will accompany me. I am sailing
for England by to-night's boat.

Bishop (looking at his watch). You haven't much time, then.

Leonarda. I only want to entrust to your lordship a deed of gift of my
property here.

Bishop. In favour of your niece?

Leonarda. Yes, for Aagot. She shall have everything.

Bishop. But last time, Mrs. Falk, you said--

Leonarda. Oh, I have enough for my journey. Later on I shall want
nothing; I can provide for myself.

Bishop. But what about Aagot? Will you not wait until she comes home?

Leonarda. She came home to-day. She is resting now. But I have sent back
my carriage to bring her here immediately. I want to ask you to take her
in--I know no one else--and to comfort her--

Bishop. Indeed I will, Mrs. Falk. I understand what this must cost you.

Leonarda. And will you try--to--to bring those two together again?

Bishop. But they don't love each other!

Leonarda. Aagot loves him. And--as they both love me--my idea was that
when I am gone, and they know that it was my wish, the love they both
have for me may bring them together again. I hope so--they are both so
young.

Bishop. I will do all I can.

Leonarda. Thank you. And I want to make bold to beg you to let
grandmother go and live in the country with Aagot--or let Aagot come and
live here, whichever they prefer. It would divert Aagot's mind if she
had the care of grandmother; and she is very fond of her.

Bishop. And grandmother of her.

Leonarda. And wherever the grandmother is, Hagbart will be too. Very
likely the old lady would help them.

Bishop. I think your idea is an excellent one; and I am amazed that you
have had time and strength to think it all out in this manner.

Leonarda. Is grandmother still up?

Bishop. Yes; I have just come from her room. Hagbart has excited her;
she can stand so little.

Leonarda. Then I expect I had better not go and bid her good-bye. I
should have liked to, otherwise.

Bishop. I don't think I ought to allow it.

Leonarda. Then please say good-bye to her from me--and thank her.

Bishop. I will.

Leonarda. And ask her--to help--

Bishop. I will do everything I possibly can.

Leonarda. And your lordship must forgive me for all the upset I have
caused here. I did not intend it.

Bishop. I am only sorry that I did not know you sooner. Many things
might have been different.

Leonarda. We won't talk about that now.

[Enter Maid.]

Maid. I was asked to bring you this card, ma'am.

Leonarda. Thank you. Is the General in the hall?

Maid. Yes.

Bishop. General Rosen--here?

Leonarda. I took the liberty of asking him to call for me here when the
boat was signalled.

Bishop. Ask the General to come in. (Exit Maid.) Then it is General
Rosen that is to--. (Checks himself.)

Leonarda (searching in her bag).--that is to accompany me? He is my
husband.

Bishop. The husband you divorced.

Leonarda. Yes.

Bishop. I see I have done you a great injustice, Mrs. Falk.

Leonarda. Yes. (GENERAL ROSEN comes in, dressed in a smart travelling
suit and looking very spruce.)

General Rosen. I beg your lordship's pardon--but, time is up.--Mrs.
Falk, is this yours? (Gives her a letter.)

Leonarda. Yes.--When Aagot comes, will your lordship give her this?--and
help her?

Bishop. I will, Mrs. Falk. God bless you!

[Enter Maid.]

Maid. Mr. Hagbart has just come in.

Leonarda. Good-bye!--Say good-bye to--

Bishop (taking her hand). What you are doing is more than any one of us
could have done.

Leonarda. It all depends on how deeply one loves.--Thank you, and
good-bye!

Bishop. Good-bye! (GENERAL ROSEN offers LEONARDA his arm. She takes
it, and they go out. The BISHOP follows them. HAGBART comes in from the
right, looks round in astonishment, then goes towards the back of the
room and meets the BISHOP in the doorway.)

Bishop. Is that you? (Both come forward without speaking.)

Hagbart (in a low voice, but evidently under the influence of great
emotion). I can tell by your voice--and your face--that you know about
it.

Bishop. You mean that you think I have had a talk with grandmother?

Hagbart. Yes.

Bishop. Well, I have. She told me nothing definite, but I see how things
stand. I saw that sooner than you did yourself, you know.

Hagbart. That is true. The fight is over now, as far as I am concerned.

Bishop. Scarcely that, Hagbart.

Hagbart. Oh, you won't admit it, I know. But I call it the most decisive
victory of my life. I love Mrs. Falk--and she loves me.

Bishop. If you were not in such an excited condition--

Hagbart. It is not excitement, it is happiness. But here, with you--oh,
I have not come to ask for your blessing; we must do without that! But
I have come to tell you the fact, because it was my duty to do so.--Does
it grieve you so much?

Bishop. Yes.

Hagbart. Uncle, I feel hurt at that.

Bishop. My boy--!

Hagbart. I feel hurt both on her account and on my own. It shows that
you know neither of us.

Bishop. Let us sit down and talk quietly, Hagbart.

Hagbart. I must ask you to make no attempt to persuade me to alter my
decision.

Bishop. Make your mind easy on that score. Your feelings do you
honour--and I know now that she is worthy of them.

Hagbart. What--do you say that? (They sit down.)

Bishop. My dear Hagbart, let me tell you this at once. I have gone
through an experience, too, since the last time we met. And it has
taught me that I had no right to treat Mrs. Falk as I did.

Hagbart. Is it possible?

Bishop. I judged her both too quickly and too harshly. That is one of
our besetting sins. And I have paid too much heed to the opinion of
others, and too little to the charity that should give us courage to do
good. She, whom I despised, has taught me that.

Hagbart. You do not know how grateful and how happy you have made me by
saying that!

Bishop. I have something more to say. At the time we held that unjust
opinion of her, we misled you--for you relied on our opinion then--until
you ended by sharing our views and being even more vehement in the
matter than we, as young people will. That created a reaction in you,
which in the end led to love. If that love had been a sin, we should
have been to blame for it.

Hagbart. Is it a sin, then?

Bishop. No. But when you felt that we were inclined to look upon it
in that light, that very fact stirred up your sense of justice and
increased your love. You have a noble heart.

Hagbart. Ah, how I shall love you after this, uncle!

Bishop. And that is why I wanted you to sit down here just now,
Hagbart--to beg your pardon--and hers. And my congregation's, too. It
is my duty to guide them, but I was not willing to trust them enough.
By far the greater number among them are good people; they would have
followed me if I had had the courage to go forward.

Hagbart. Uncle, I admire and revere you more than I have ever done
before--more than any one has ever done!

Bishop (getting up). My dear boy!

Hagbart (throwing himself into his arms). Uncle!

Bishop. Is your love strong enough to bear--

Hagbart. Anything!

Bishop. Because sometimes love is given to us to teach us
self-sacrifice.

[The GRANDMOTHER comes in.]

Grandmother. I heard Hagbart's voice.

Hagbart. Grandmother! (He and the BISHOP go to help her.) Grandmother!
You don't know how happy I am! (Takes her by the arm.)

Grandmother. Is that true?

Bishop (taking her other arm). You should not walk about without help.

Grandmother. I heard Hagbart's voice. He was talking so loud, that I
thought something had happened.

Hagbart. So it has--something good! Uncle consents! He is splendid!
He has made everything all right again, and better than ever! Oh,
grandmother, I wish you were not so old! I feel as if I should like to
take you up in my arms and dance you round the room.

Grandmother. You mustn't do that, my dear. (They put her into her
chair.) Now! What is your last bit of news?

Hagbart. My last bit of news? I have no fresh news! There is nothing
more to tell!

Bishop. Yes, Hagbart, there is.

Hagbart. Why do you say that so seriously?--You look so serious--and
seem agitated! Uncle! (The noise of wheels is heard outside.)

Bishop. Wait a little, my dear boy. Wait a little! (Goes out by the door
at the back.)

Hagbart. Grandmother, what can it be?

Grandmother. I don't know.--But happiness is often so brief.

Hagbart. Happiness so brief? What do you mean?--Good God, grandmother,
don't torture me!

Grandmother. I assure you, I know nothing about it--only--

Hagbart. Only--what?

Grandmother. While your uncle was with me, Mrs. Falk was announced.

Hagbart. Mrs. Falk? Has she been here? Just now?

Grandmother. Yes, just now.

Hagbart. Then something must have happened! Perhaps it was she that
uncle--. (Rushes to the door, which opens, and the BISHOP comes in with
AAGOT on his arm, followed by CORNELIA.) Aagot!

Aagot. Hagbart!--(Anxiously.) Is aunt not here!

Cornelia. What, grandmother here! (Goes to her.)

Bishop. My dear Aagot, your aunt entrusted this letter to me to give to
you.

Hagbart. A letter--?

Grandmother. What is the matter? Let me see! (CORNELIA moves her chair
nearer to the others.)

Hagbart. Read it aloud, Aagot!

Aagot (reads). "My darling. When you receive this letter I shall
have--gone away. I love the man you--." (With a cry, she falls swooning.
The BISHOP catches her in his arms.)

Grandmother. She has gone away?

Cornelia. She loves the man you--? Good God, look at Hagbart!

Bishop. Cornelia! (She goes to him, and they lay AAGOT on the couch.
CORNELIA stays beside her. The BISHOP turns to HAGBART.) Hagbart!
(HAGBART throws himself into his arms.) Courage! Courage, my boy!

Grandmother (getting up). It is like going back to the days of great
emotions!

[The Curtain falls slowly.]





A GAUNTLET

A PLAY IN THREE ACTS

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

     RIIS.
     MRS. RIIS.
     SVAVA, their daughter.
     MARGIT, their maid.
     CHRISTENSEN.
     MRS. CHRISTENSEN.
     ALFRED, their son, betrothed to Svava.
     DR. NORDAN.
     THOMAS, his servant.
     HOFF.

The action of the play passes in Christiania.




ACT I

(SCENE.--A room in RIIS' house. An open door at the back leads into a
park and gives a glimpse of the sea beyond. Windows on each side of the
door. Doors also in the right and left walls. Beyond the door on the
right is a piano; opposite to the piano a cupboard. In the foreground,
to the right and left, two couches with small tables in front of them.
Easy-chairs and smaller hairs scattered about. MRS. RIIS is sitting on
the couch to the left, and DR. NORDAN in a chair in the centre of the
room. He is wearing a straw hat pushed on to the back of his head, and
has a large handkerchief spread over his knees. He is sitting with his
arms folded, leaning upon his stick.)

Mrs. Riis. A penny for your thoughts!

Nordan. What was it you were asking me about?

Mrs. Riis. About that matter of Mrs. North, of course.

Nordan. That matter of Mrs. North? Well, I was talking to Christensen
about it just now. He has advanced the money and is going to try and get
the bank to suspend proceedings. I have told you that already. What else
do you want to know?

Mrs. Riis. I want to know how much gossip there is about it, my dear
friend.

Nordan. Oh, men don't gossip about each other's affairs.--By the way,
isn't our friend in there (nodding towards the door on the right) going
to be told about it? This seem, a good opportunity.

Mrs. Riis. Let us wait.

Nordan. Because Christensen will have to be repaid, you know. I told him
he would be.

Mrs. Riis. Naturally. What else would you suppose?

Nordan (getting up). Well, I am going away for my holidays, so
Christensen must look after it now.--Was it a very grand party
yesterday?

Mrs. Riis. There was not much display.

Nordan. No, the Christensens' parties are never very luxurious. But I
suppose there were a lot of people?

Mrs. Riis. I have never seen so many at a private entertainment.

Nordan. Is Svava up?

Mrs. Riis. She is out bathing.

Nordan. Already? Did you come home early, then?

Mrs. Riis. At about twelve, I think. Svava wanted to come home. My
husband was late, I think.

Nordan. The card tables. She looked radiant, I suppose, eh?

Mrs. Riis. Why didn't you come?

Nordan. I never go to betrothal parties, and I never go to
Weddings--never! I can't bear the sight of the poor victims in their
veils and wreaths.

Mrs. Riis. But, my dear doctor, you surely think--as we all do--that
this will be a happy marriage?

Nordan. He is a fine lad. But, all the same--I have been taken in so
often.--Oh, well!

Mrs. Riis. She was so happy, and is just as happy to-day.

Nordan. It is a pity I shall not see her. Good-bye, Mrs. Riis.

Mrs. Riis. Good-bye, doctor. Then you are off to-day?

Nordan. Yes, I need a change of air.

Mrs. Riis. Quite so. Well, I hope you will enjoy yourself--and, many
thanks for what you have done!

Nordan. It is I ought to thank you, my dear lady! I aim vexed not to be
able to say good-bye to Svava. (Goes out. MRS. RIIS takes up a magazine
from the table on the left and settles herself comfortably on a couch
from which she can see into the park. During what follows she reads
whenever opportunity allows. RIIS comes in through the door to the
right, in his shirt sleeves and struggling with his collar.)

Riis. Good morning! Was that Nordan that went out just now?

Mrs. Riis. Yes. (RIIS crosses the room, then turns back and disappears
through the door on the right. He comes back again immediately and goes
through the same proceeding, all the tine busy with his collar.) Can I
help you at all?

Riis. No--thanks all the same! These new-fangled shirts are troublesome
things. I bought some in Paris.

Mrs. Riis. Yes, I believe you have bought a whole dozen.

Riis. A dozen and a half. (Goes into his room, comes out again in
apparently the same difficulties, and walks about as before.) As a
matter of fact I am wondering about something.

Mrs. Riis. It must be something complicated.

Riis. It is--it is. No doubt of it!--This collar is the very--Ah,
at last! (Goes into his room and comes out again, this time with his
necktie in his hand.) I have been wondering--wondering--what our dear
girl's character is made up of?

Mrs. Riis. What it is made up of?

Riis. Yes--what characteristics she gets from you and what from me, and
so forth. In what respects, that is to say, she takes after your family,
and in what respect after mine, and so forth. Svava is a remarkable
girl.

Mrs. Riis. She is that.

Riis. She is neither altogether you nor altogether me nor is she exactly
a compound of us both.

Mrs. Riis. Svava is something more than that.

Riis. A considerable deal more than that, too. (Disappears again; then
comes out with his coat on, brushing himself.) What did you say?

Mrs. Riis. I did not speak.--I rather think it is my mother that Svava
is most like.

Riis. I should think so! Svava, with her quiet pleasant ways! What a
thing to say!

Mrs. Riis. Svava can be passionate enough.

Riis. Svava never forgets her manners as your mother did.

Mrs. Riis. You never understood mother. Still, no doubt they are unlike
in a great many things.

Riis. Absolutely!--Can you see now how right I was in chattering to her
in various languages from the beginning, even when she was quite tiny?
Can you see that now? You were opposed to my doing it.

Mrs. Riis. I was opposed to your perpetually plaguing the child, and
also to the endless jumping from one thing to another.

Riis. But look at the result, my dear! Look at the result! (Begins to
hum a tune.)

Mrs. Riis. You are surely never going to pretend that it is the
languages that have made her what she is?

Riis (as he disappears). No, not the languages; but--(His voice is heard
from within his room)--the language have done a wonderful lot! She has
savoir vivre--what? (Comes out again.)

Mrs. Riis. I am sure that is not what Svava is most admired for.

Riis. No, no. On the boat, a man asked me if I were related to the Miss
Riis who had founded the Kindergartens in the town. I said I had the
honour to be her father. You should have seen his face! I nearly had a
fit.

Mrs. Riis. Yes, the Kindergartens have been a great success from the
very first.

Riis. And they are responsible for her getting engaged, too--aren't
they? What?

Mrs. Riis. You must ask her.

Riis. You have never even noticed my new suit.

Mrs. Riis. Indeed I have.

Riis. I didn't hear as much as the tiniest cry of admiration from you.
Look at the harmony of it all!--the scheme of colour, even down to the
shoes!--what? And the handkerchief, too!

Mrs. Riis. How old are you, dear?

Riis. Hold your tongue!--Anyway, how old do you think people take me to
be?

Mrs. Riis. Forty, of course.

Riis. "Of course"? I don't see that it is so obvious. This suit is a
kind of Bridal Symphony, composed at Cologne when I got the telegram
telling me of Svava's engagement. Just think of it! At Cologne--not ten
hours' journey from Paris! But I could not wait ten hours; I had risen
too much in my own estimation in view of my approaching relationship
with the richest family in the country.

Mrs. Riis. Is that suit all you have to show for it, then?

Riis. What a question! Just you wait till I have got my luggage through
the custom-house!

Mrs. Riis. We shall be quite out of it, I suppose?

Riis. You out of it! When a very lucky daddy finds himself in Paris at a
most tremendous moment--

Mrs. Riis. And what did you think of the party yesterday?

Riis. I was quite delighted with the boat for being late so that I was
landed in the middle of a fete champetre as by magic. And Naturally one
had a tremendous welcome as the party was in honour of one's own only
daughter!

Mrs. Riis. What time did you come in last night?

Riis. Don't you understand that we had to play cards yesterday, too? I
could not get out of it; I had to make a fourth with Abraham, Isaac, and
Jacob--that is to say, with our host, a cabinet minister, and old Holk.
It was a tremendous honour to lose one's money to grand folk like that.
Because I always lose, you know.--I came home about three o'clock, I
should think.--What is that you are reading?

Mrs. Riis. The Fortnightly.

Riis. Has there been anything good in it while I have been away? (Begins
to hum a tune.)

Mrs. Riis. Yes--there is an article here on heredity that you must read.
It has some reference to what we began to talk about.

Riis. Do you know this tune? (Goes over to the piano.) It is all the
rage now. I heard it all over Germany. (Begins to play and sing, but
breaks off suddenly.) I will go and fetch the music, while I think of
it! (Goes into his room and comes out again with the music. Sits down
and begins to play and sing again. SVAVA comes in by it, door on the
left. RIIS stops when he sees her, and jumps up.) Good morning, my
child! Good morning! I have hardly had a chance to say a word to you
yet. At the party everyone took you away from me! (Kisses her, and comes
forward with her.)

Svava. Why were you so long of coming back from abroad?

Riis. Why don't people give one some warning when they are going to get
engaged?

Svava. Because people don't know anything about it themselves, till it
happens! Good morning again, mother. (Kneels down beside her.)

Mrs. Riis. There is a delicious freshness about you, dear! Did you have
a walk in the wood after your swim?

Svava (getting up). Yes, and just as I got home a few minutes ago Alfred
passed the house and called up to me. He is coming in directly.

Riis. To tell you the truth--and one ought always to tell the truth--I
had quite given up the hope of such happiness coming to our dear girl.

Svava. I know you had. I had quite given it up myself.

Riis. Until your fairy prince came?

Svava. Until my fairy prince came. And he took his time about it, too!

Riis. You had been waiting for him a long time, though--hadn't you?

Svava. Not a bit of it! I never once thought of him.

Riis. Now you are talking in riddles.

Svava. Yes, it is a riddle to understand how two people, who have seen
each other from childhood without even giving each other a thought,
suddenly--! Because that was really how it happened. It all dates from a
certain moment--and then, all at once, he became quite another man in my
eyes.

Riis. But in every one else's, I suppose, he is the same us before?

Svava. I hope so!

Riis. He is more lively than he was, at any rate--in my eyes.

Svava. Yes, I saw you laughing together last night. What was it?

Riis. We were discussing the best way of getting through the world. I
gave him my three famous rules of life.

Mrs. Riis and Svava (together). Already!

Riis. They were a great success. Do you remember them, you bad girl?

Svava. Rule number one: Never make a fool of yourself.

Riis. Rule number two: Never be a burden to any one.

Svava. Rule number three: Always be in the fashion. They are not very
hard to remember, because they art neither obscure nor profound.

Riis. But all the harder to put into practice! And thus is a great
virtue in all rules of life.--I congratulate you on your new morning
frock. Under the circumstances it is really charming.

Svava. "Under the circumstances" means, I suppose, considering that you
have had no hand in it.

Riis. Yes, because I should never have chosen that trimming. However,
the "under the circumstances" is not so bad. A good cut, too--yes. Aha!
Just you wail till my portmanteau comes!

Svava. Some surprises for us?

Riis. Big ones!--By the way, I have something here. (Goes into his
room.)

Svava. Do you know, mother, he seems to me more restless than ever.

Mrs. Riis. That is happiness, dear.

Svava. And yet father's restlessness has always something a little sad
about it. He is--. (RIIS comes out of his room again.) Do you know what
I heard a cabinet minister say about you yesterday?

Riis. A man of that stamp is sure to say something worth hearing.

Svava. "We all always look upon your father, Miss Riis, as our
Well-dressed man par excellence."

Riis. Ah, a bien dit son excellence! But I can tell you something better
than that. You are getting your father a knighthood.

Svava. I am?

Riis. Yes, who else? Of course the Government has once or twice made
use of me to some small degree in connection with various commercial
treaties; but now, as our great man's brother-in-law, I am going to be
made a Knight of St. Olaf!

Svava. I congratulate you.

Riis. Well, when it rains on the parson it drips on the clerk, you know.

Svava. You are really most unexpectedly modest in your new position.

Riis. Am I not!--And now you shall see me as a modest showman of
beautiful dresses--that is to say, of drawings of dresses--still more
modest than the showman, from the latest play at the Francais.

Svava. Oh no, dad--not now!

Mrs. Riis. We won't start on that till the afternoon.

Riis. One would really think I were the only woman of the lot!
However, as you please. You rule the world! Well, then, I have another
proposition to make, in two parts. Part one, that we sit down!

Svava. We sit down! (She and her father sit.)

Riis. And next, that you tell your newly-returned parent exactly how it
all happened. All about that "riddle," you know!

Svava. Oh, that!--You must excuse me; I cannot t you about that.

Riis. Not in all its sweet details, of course! Good heavens, who would
be so barbarous as to ask such a thing in the first delicious month of
an engagement! No, I of only I want you to tell us what was the primum
mobile in the matter.

Svava. Oh, I understand. Yes, I will tell you that because that really
means teaching you to know Alfred's true character.

Riis. For instance--how did you come to speak to him?

Svava. Well, that was those darling Kindergartens of ours--

Riis. Oho!--Your darling Kindergartens, you mean?

Svava. What, when there are over a hundred girls there--?

Riis. Never mind about that! I suppose he came to bring a donation?

Svava. Yes, he came several times with a donation--

Riis. Aha!

Svava. And one day we were talking about luxury saying that it was
better to use one's time and money in our way, than to use them in
luxurious living.

Riis. But how do you define luxury?

Svava. We did not discuss that at all. But I saw that he considered
luxury to be immoral.

Riis. Luxury immoral!

Svava. Yes, I know that is not your opinion. But it is mine.

Riis. Your mother's, you mean, and your grand mother's.

Svava. Exactly; but mine too, if you don't object?

Riis. Not I!

Svava. I mentioned that little incident that happened to us when we were
in America--do you remember? We had gone to a temperance meeting, and
saw women drive up who were going to support the cause of abstinence,
and yet were--well, of course we did not know their circumstances--but
to judge from their appearance, with their carriages and horses, their
jewellery and dresses--especially their jewellery--they must have been
worth, say--

Riis. Say many thousands of dollars! No doubt about it.

Svava. There is no doubt about it. And don't you think that is really
just as disgraceful debauchery, in its town way, as drink is in its?

Riis. Oh, well--!

Svava. Yes, you shrug your shoulders. Alfred did not do that. He told me
of his own experiences--in great cities. It was horrible!

Riis. What was horrible?

Svava. The contrast between poverty and wealth--between the bitterest
want and the most reckless luxury.

Riis. Oh--that! I thought, perhaps--. However, go on!

Svava. He did not sit looking quite indifferent and clean his nails.

Riis. I beg your pardon.

Svava. Oh, please go on, dear!--No, he prophesied a great social
revolution, and spoke so fervently about it--and it was then that he
told me what his ideas about wealth were. It was the greatest possible
surprise to me--and a new idea to me, too, to some extent. You should
have seen how handsome he looked!

Riis. Handsome, did you say?

Svava. Isn't he handsome? I think so, at all events. And so does mother,
I think?

Mrs. Riis (without looking up from her book). And so does mother.

Riis. Mothers always fall in love with their daughters' young men--but
they fall out again when they become their mothers-in-law!

Svava. Is that your experience?

Riis. That is my experience. So Alfred Christensen has blossomed into a
beauty? Well, we must consider that settled.

Svava. He stood there so sure of himself, and looking so honest and
clean--for that is an essential thing, you know.

Riis. What exactly do you mean by "clean," my dear?

Svava. I mean just what the word means.

Riis. Exactly--but I want to know what meaning attach to the word.

Svava. Well--the meaning that I hope any one would attach to it if they
used the word of me.

Riis. Do you attach the same meaning to it if it is used' of a man, as
you would if it were used of a girl?

Svava. Yes, of course.

Riis. And do you suppose that Christensen's son--

Svava (getting up). Father, you are insulting me!

Riis. How can the fact of his being his father's son I an insult to you?

Svava. In that respect he is not his father's son! I am not likely to
make any mistake in a thing of that sort!

Mrs. Riis. I am just reading about inherited tendencies. It is Not
necessary to suppose that he has inherited all his father's.

Riis. Oh, well--have it as you please! I am afraid all these superhuman
theories of yours. You will never get through the world with them.

Svava. What do you mean?--Mother, what does father mean?

Mrs. Riis. I suppose he means that all men are alike. And one must allow
that it is true.

Svava. You do not really mean that?

Riis. But why get so excited about it?--Come and sit down! And, besides,
how can you possibly tell?

Svava. Tell? What?

Riis. Well, in each individual case--

Svava.--whether the man I see standing before me or walking past me is
an unclean, disgusting beast--or a man?

Riis. Etcetera, etcetera!--You may make mistakes, my dear Svava?

Svava. No--not any more than I should make a mistake about you, father,
when you begin to tease me with your horrid principles! Because, in
spite of them, you are the chastest and most refined man I know.

Mrs. Riis (laying down her book). Are you going to keep that morning
frock on, dear child? Won't you change your dress before Alfred comes?

Svava. No, mother, I am not going to be put off like that.--By this time
I have seen so many of my girl friends giving themselves trustfully to
their "fairy prince," as they think, and waking in the arms of a beast.
I shall not risk that! I shall not make that mistake!

Mrs. Riis. Well, as it is, there is no occasion for you to get heated
about it. Alfred is a man of honour.

Svava. He is. But I have heard of one shocking experience after another.
There was poor Helga, only a month ago! And I myself--I can speak about
it now, for I am happy now and feel secure--I can tell you now why I
have been so long about it. For a long time I did nut dare to trust
myself; because I too have been on the brink of being deceived.

Riis and Mrs. Riis (together, starting up from their chairs). You,
Svava?

Svava. I was quite young at the time. Like most young girls, I was
looking for my ideal, and found it in a young, vivacious man--I won't
describe him more accurately. He had--oh, the noblest principles and the
highest aims--the most complete contrast to you in that respect father!
To say I loved him, is much too mild; I worshipped him. But I never can
tell you what I discovered or how I discovered it. It was the time when
you all thought I had--

Mrs. Riis.--something wrong with your lungs? Is it possible, child? Was
it then?

Svava. Yes, it was then.--No one could endure or forgive being deceived
like that!

Mrs. Riis. And you never said a word to me?

Svava. Only those who have made such a mistake as I did can understand
the shame one feels.--Well, it is all over now. But this much is
certain, that no one who has had such an experience once will make the
same mistake again. (Meanwhile RIIS has gone into his room.)

Mrs. Riis. Perhaps it was a good thing for you, after all?

Svava. I am sure it was.--Well, it is all done with now. But it was not
quite done with till I found Alfred. Where is father?

Mrs. Riis. Your father? Here he comes.

Riis (coming out of his room, with his hat on, and drawing on his
gloves). Look here, little girl! I must go and see what has happened to
my luggage at the Customs. I will go to the station and telegraph. You
must have all your things looking very nice, you know, because the King
is coming here in a day or two--and so it is worth it! Good-bye, then,
my dear girl! (Kisses her.) You have made us very happy--so very happy.
It is true you have certain ideas that are not--. Well, never mind!
Goodbye! (Goes out.)

Mrs. Riis. Good-bye!

Riis (drawing off his gloves). Did you notice the tune I was playing
when you came in? (Sits down at the piano.) I heard it everywhere in
Germany. (Begins to play and sing, but stops short.) But, bless my soul,
here is the music! You can play it and sing it for yourself. (Goes out,
humming the air.)

Svava. He is delightful! There is really something so innocent about
him. Did you notice him yesterday? He was simply coruscating.

Mrs. Riis. You did not see yourself, my dear!

Svava. Why? Was I sparkling, too?

Mrs. Riis. Your father's daughter--absolutely!

Svava. Yes, it is no use denying, mother, that however great one's
happiness is, the friendliness of others increases it. I was thinking
to-day over all the things that gave me so much happiness yesterday, and
felt--oh, I can't tell you what I felt! (Nestles in her mother's arms.)

Mrs. Riis. You are a very lucky girl!--Now I must go and do my
housekeeping.

Svava. Shall I help you?

Mrs. Riis. No, thank you, dear. (They cross the room together.)

Svava. Well, then, I will run through father's song once or twice--and
Alfred should be here directly. (MRS. RIIS goes out by the door on the
left. SVAVA sits down at the piano. ALFRED comes in softly from the
left, and bends over her shoulder so that his face comes close to hers.)

Alfred. Good morning, darling!

Svava (jumping up). Alfred! I did not hear the door!

Alfred. Because you were playing. Something very pretty, too!

Svava. I enjoyed myself so much yesterday!

Alfred. I do not believe you have any idea what an impression you made!

Svava. Just a suspicion. But you must not talk about that, because it
would be most improper for me to confess it!

Alfred. Every one was singing your praises to me, and a mother and
father too. We are all very happy at how, to-day.

Svava. So we are here!--What is that you have got in your hand? A
letter?

Alfred. Yes, a letter. Your maid who opened the door gave it to me.
Someone has been clever enough to count upon my coming here some time
this morning.

Svava. You don't think that was difficult to guess?

Alfred. Not particularly. It is from Edward Hansen.

Svava. But you can take a short cut to his house through our park.
(Points to the right.)

Alfred. Yes, I know. And as he says it is urgent, and underlines the
word--

Svava.--you can have my key. Here it is. (Gives it to him.)

Alfred. Thank you, dear, very much.

Svava. Oh, it is only selfishness; we shall have you back again all the
sooner.

Alfred. I will stay here till lunch time.

Svava. You will stay here a great deal longer than that. We have a
frightful lot to talk about--all about yesterday, and--

Alfred. Of course we have!

Svava. And lots of other things as well.

Alfred. I have a most important question to ask you.

Svava. Have you?

Alfred. Perhaps you will find the answer by the time I come back.

Svava. It can't be so very difficult, then!

Alfred. Indeed it is. But sometimes you have inspirations.

Svava. What is it?

Alfred. Why did we two not find each other many years ago?

Svava. Because we were not ready for it, of course!

Alfred. How do you know that?

Svava. Because I know that at that time I was quite another girl from
what I am now.

Alfred. But there is a natural affinity between those that love one
another. I am sure of it. And it was just its much the case at that
time, surely?

Svava. We do not feel the natural affinity as long as we are developing
on different lines.

Alfred. Have we been doing that? And nevertheless we--

Svava. Nevertheless we love one another. Our paths may be as unlike as
they please, if only they lead together in the end.

Alfred. To the same way of thinking, you mean?

Svava. Yes, to our being such comrades as we are now.

Alfred. Such true comrades?

Svava. Such true comrades!

Alfred. Still, it is just at moments like this, when I hold you in my
arms as I do now, that I ask myself over and over again why I did not do
this long ago.

Svava. Oh, I don't think about that--not the least bit! It is the safest
place in the world--that is what I think!

Alfred. Perhaps before this year it would not have been so.

Svava. What do you mean?

Alfred. I mean--well, I mean practically the same as you; that I have
not always been the man I am now.--But I must hurry away. The letter
says it is something urgent. (They cross the room together.)

Svava. One minute won't make any difference, will it?--because there is
something I must say to you first.

Alfred (standing still). What is it?

Svava. When I saw you standing amongst all the others yesterday, I felt
for the first moment as if I did not know you. Some change seemed to
have come over you--the effect of the others, perhaps--anyway you really
_were_ actually different.

Alfred. Of course. People always are that, among strangers. When you
came in with the ladies, it just seemed to me as if I had never observed
you carefully before. Besides, there are certain things one cannot know
till one sees a person amongst others. It was the first time I realised
how tall you are--and your way of bending just a tiny bit to one side
when you bow to any one. And your colouring! I had never properly seen--

Svava. Do be quiet, and let me get a word in!

Alfred. No, no! Here we are, back in the room--and I _must_ be off now!

Svava. Only just a moment. You interrupted me, you know! When I saw you
standing there among the men for the first moment I felt just as if
I did not know you. But at the same moment you caught sight of me and
nodded. I don't know what sort of a transformation came over us both;
but I felt myself blushing as red as fire. And it was some time before I
had the courage to look at you again.

Alfred. Well, do you know what happened to me? Every time any one came
to dance with you, didn't I envy him! Oh, not at all!--To tell you
the truth, I cannot bear any one else to touch you. (Clasps her in his
arms.) And I have not told you the best part of it yet.

Svava. What is that?

Alfred. That when I see you amongst other people, and catch--say--a
glimpse of your arm, I think to myself: That arm has been round my neck
and round no one else's in the whole world! She is mine, mine, mine--and
no one else's!--There, that is the best part of it all!--Look here, here
we are back again in the room! It is witchcraft! Now I must go. (Crosses
the room.) Good-bye! (Lets her go, then catches hold of her again.) Why
didn't I find my happiness many years ago?--Good-bye!

Svava. I think I will come with you.

Alfred. Yes, do!

Svava. No, I forgot--I must learn this song before father comes back. If
I don't learn it now, I expect you will take care I don't do so to-day.
(A ring is heard at the front door.)

Alfred. Here is some one coming! Let me get away first. (Hurries out to
the right. SVAVA stands waving her hand to him, then turns to the piano.
The maid MARGIT enters.)

Margit. A gentleman has called, miss, who wants to know if--

Svava. A gentleman? Don't you know who he is?

Margit. No, miss.

Svava. What is he like?

Margit. He looks rather--

Svava. Rather suspicious?

Margit. No, far from it, miss--a very nice gentleman.

Svava. Tell him my father is not at home; he has gone down to the
station.

Margit. I told him so, miss, but it is you he wants to see.

Svava. Ask my mother to come in here!--Oh, no, why should she! Let him
come in. (MARGIT shows in HOFF, and goes out.)

Hoff. Is it Miss Riis I have the honour to--? Yes, I see it is. My name
is Hoff--Karl Hoff. I am a commercial traveller--travel in iron.

Svava. But what has that to do with me?

Hoff. Just this much, that if I had been an ordinary stay-at-home man, a
great many things would not have happened.

Svava. What would not have happened?

Hoff (taking a large pocket-book out of his docket, and extracting a
letter from it). Will you condescend to read this? Or perhaps you would
rather not?

Svava. How can I tell?

Hoff. Of course, you must first--Allow me. (Gives her the letter.)

Svava (reading). "To-night between ten and eleven that is to say, if the
booby has not come home. I love you so dearly! Put a light in the hall
window."

Hoff. "The booby" is me.

Svava. But I don't understand--?

Hoff. Here is another.

Svava. "I am full of remorse. Your cough frightens me; and now, when you
are expecting--" But what in the world has this to do with me?

Hoff (after a moment's thought). What do you suppose?

Svava. Is it some one you want me to help?

Hoff. No, poor soul, she doesn't need help any more. She is dead.

Svava. Dead? Was she your wife?

Hoff. That's it. She was my wife. I found these and come other things
in a little box. At the bottom were these notes--there are more of
them--and some cotton wool on the top of them. On the top of that lay
some earrings and things that had been her mother's. And also (producing
some bracelets) these bracelets. They are certainly much too costly to
have been her mother's.

Svava. I suppose she died suddenly, as she did not--

Hoff. I cannot say. Consumptives never think they are going to die.
Anyway she was very delicate and weak.--May I sit down?

Svava. Please do. Are there any children?

Hoff (after a moment's thought). I believe not.

Svava. You believe not? I asked because I thought you wanted our Society
to help you. This really is all very distressful to me.

Hoff. I thought it would be--I thought as much. Besides, I am not really
sure if I--. You cannot understand this, then?

Svava. No, I cannot.

Hoff. No, you cannot.-I have heard so much good spoken of you for many
years. My wife used to sing your praises, too.

Svava. Did she know me?

Hoff. She was Maren Tang--who used to be companion to--

Svava.--to Mrs. Christensen, my future mother-in-law? Was it she? She
was such a well-bred, quiet woman. Are you sure you are not mistaken?
One or two notes, unsigned and undated--what?

Hoff. Did you not recognise the handwriting?

Svava. I? No. Besides, isn't it a disguised hand?

Hoff. Yes, but not much disguised.

Svava. I presume you had some more definite errand with me?

Hoff. Yes, I had--but I think I will let it alone. You do not understand
anything about this, I can see Perhaps you think I am a little crazy? I
am not so sure you would not be right.

Svava. But there was something you wanted to say to me?

Hoff. Yes, there was. You see, these Kindergartens--

Svava. Oh, so it was them, all the time?

Hoff. No, it was not them. But they are responsible for my having for a
long time thought very highly of you, Miss Riis. If you will excuse my
saying so, I had never before seen fashionable young ladies trying to
do anything useful--never. I am only a little broken-down tradesman
travelling for a firm--a worthless sort of chap in many ways, and one
that very likely deserves what he has got--but anyway I wanted you to be
spared. Indeed thought it was my duty--absolutely my duty. But now when
I see you sitting there before me--well, now I only I feel miserably
unhappy. So I won't trouble you at all (Gets up.) Not at all.

Svava. I really cannot understand--

Hoff. Please don't bother about me! And please forgive my disturbing
you.--No, you really must not give me another thought! Just imagine that
I have not been here--that is all. (As he reaches the door, he meets
ALFRED coming in. As soon as he sees that SVAVA is watching them, he
goes hurriedly out. SVAVA sees the meeting between the two and gives a
little scream, then rushes to meet ALFRED. But as soon as she is face
to face with him, she seems terrified. As he comes nearer to take her in
his arms she cries out: "Don't touch me!" and hurries out by the door
on the left. She is heard locking and bolting it on the inside. Then a
violent outburst of weeping is heard, the sound being somewhat deadened
by the distance, but only for a few moments. Then the sound of singing
is heard outside, and a few seconds later RIIS comes into the room. The
curtain falls as he enters.)




ACT II

(SCENE.--The same as in Act I. SVAVA is lying on the couch to the right,
resting her head on one hand, looking out towards the park. Her mother
is sitting beside her.)

Mrs. Riis. Decisions as hasty as yours, Svava, are not really decisions
at all. There is always a great deal more to be taken into consideration
than one realises at first. Take time to think it over! I believe he is
a fine fellow. Give him time to show it; don't break it off immediately!

Svava. Why do you keep on saying that to me?

Mrs. Riis. Well, dear, you know I have never had the chance of saying
anything to you till to-day.

Svava. But you keep harping on that one string.

Mrs. Riis. What note do you want me to strike, then?

Svava. The note your dear good mother would have struck--quite a
different one altogether.

Mrs. Riis. It is one thing to teach your child how to make a proper
choice in life, but--

Svava. But quite another thing to put into practice what you teach?

Mrs. Riis. No; I was going to say that life itself is quite another
thing. In daily life, and especially in married life, it is sometimes
advisable to make allowances.

Svava. Yes, on points that do not really matter.

Mrs. Riis. Only on points that do not matter?

Svava. Yes--personal peculiarities, and things like that, which after
all are only excrescences; but not on points that concern one's moral
growth.

Mrs. Riis. Yes, on those points too.

Svava. On those points too?--But isn't it just for the sake of our own
self-development that we marry? What else should we marry for?

Mrs. Riis. Oh, you will see!

Svava. No, indeed I shall not; because I do not intend to marry on such
conditions.

Mrs. Riis. You should have said that sooner. It is too late now.

Svava (sitting upright). Too late? If I had been married twenty years, I
would have done just the same! (Lies down again.)

Mrs. Riis. Heaven help you, then!--You haven't an idea, not the smallest
idea, what a net you are entangled in! But you will find it out, as soon
as you begin to struggle in earnest. Or do you really want your father
and me to throw away all that we have worked for here?--to begin all
over again in a foreign country? Because he has repeatedly said, during
the last day or two, that he will not be mixed up in the scandal that
would be the result of your breaking this off. He would go abroad, and I
should have to go with him. Ah, you wince at the thought of that!--Think
of all your friends, too. It is a serious matter to have been set on
such an eminence as you were at your betrothal party. It is like
being lifted up high on a platform that others are carrying on their
shoulders; take care you do not fall down from it! That is what you will
do, if you offend their principles of right behaviour.

Svava. Is that sort of thing a principle of right behaviour?

Mrs. Riis. I do not say that. But undoubtedly, one their principles of
right behaviour--and perhaps the most important--is that all scandal
must be avoided. No one relishes being disgraced, Svava--particularly
the most influential people in a place. And least of all, by a long way,
do people relish their own child being disgraced.

Svava (half raising herself). Good Lord! is it _I_ that am disgracing
him?

Mrs. Riis. No, of course, it is he himself--

Svava. Very well, then! (Sinks down upon the couch again.)

Mrs. Riis. But you will never get them to understand that. I assure you,
you won't. As long as what he has done is only whispered about in
his family and amongst his intimate friends, they don't consider him
disgraced at all. There are too many that do just the same. It is only
when the knowledge of it becomes common property, that they consider
it a disgrace. And if it became known that there was a formal breach
between you--the Christensens' eldest son ignominiously refused because
of his past life--they would consider it the most shocking scandal that
could possibly overtake them! And we should feel the effect of it, in
particular. And so would those that are dependent on us--and they are
not so few in number, as you know, because you have interested yourself
in them, particularly in the children. You would have t. give up all the
interests you have made for Yourself here--because you would have to go
with us. I am certain your father is in earnest about that.

Svava. Oh! Oh!

Mrs. Riis. I almost wish I could tell you why I am so certain of that.
But I cannot--at all events not now. No, you must not tempt me to.--Here
comes your father. Only take time to reflect, Svava! No breaking of it
off, no scandal! (RIIS comes in from outside, with an opened letter in
his hand.)

Riis. Oh, there you are! (Goes into his room, lays down his hat and
stick, and comes out again.) You have taken no serious step yet, I
hope--eh?

Mrs. Riis. No, but--

Riis. Very well. Now here is a letter from the Christensens. If you
won't receive either your dance or his letters, you will have to put up
with his family's interference in the matter. Everything must come to an
end sooner or later. (Reads.) "My wife, my son and I will do ourselves
the honour of paying you a visit between eleven and twelve o'clock." The
only wonder is, that I have not had some such letter before this! I am
sure they have been patient enough.

Mrs. Riis. Well, we have got no farther to-day, either.

Riis. What are you thinking of, child? Can't you see what it must all
lead to? You are a good-hearted girl, I know--I am sure you don't want
to ruin us all absolutely? I certainly consider, Svava, that you have
acted quite severely enough now in this matter. They have suffered a
nasty shock to their self-confidence, both of them; you may be quite
sure of that. What more do you want? If you are really determined to
carry the matter farther--well--make your conditions! There is no doubt
they will be agreed to.

Svava. For shame! For shame!

Riis (despairingly). What is the use of taking it in this way!

Mrs. Riis. What, indeed! You ought rather to try and make things a bit
easier, Svava.

Riis. And you really might condescend, too, to consider who it is that
you are throwing over--a member of one of the richest families in the
country, and, I venture to say, one of the most honourable too. I have
never heard of anything so idiotic! Yes, I repeat--idiotic, idiotic!
What if he have made a false step--or two--well, good heavens--

Svava. Yes, bring heaven into it, too!

Riis. Indeed I well may! There is good need. As I was saying, if he have
made a false step, surely the poor fellow has been sufficiently punished
for it now. Beside it is certainly our duty to be a little reasonable
with one another--it is a commandment, you know, that we are to be
reasonable and forgiving. We must be forgiving! And more than that, we
must help the erring--we must raise up the fallen and set them in
the right way. Yes, set them in the right way. You could do that so
splendidly! It is exactly in your line. You know very well, my dear
child, it is very seldom I talk about morals and that sort of thing. It
doesn't sit well on me at all; I know that only too well. But on this
occasion I cannot help it. Begin with forgiveness, my child; begin with
that! After all, can you contemplate living together with anyone for any
length of time without--without--well, without _that_?

Svava. But there is no question of living with anyone, for any length of
time, or of forgiveness--because I do not mean to have anything more to
do with him.

Riis. Really, this is beyond all bounds! Because he has dared to fall in
love with some one before you--?

Svava. Some one?

Riis. Well, if there was more than one, I am sure I know nothing about
it. No, indeed I do not! Besides, the way people gossip and backbite is
the very devil! But, as I was saying, because he dared to look at some
one before he looked at you--before he ever _thought_ of you--is that a
reason for throwing him over for good and all? How many would ever get
married under those circumstances, I should like to know? Everybody
confirms the opinion that he is an honourable, fine young fellow, to
whom the proudest girl might confidently entrust herself--you said so
yourself, only a day or two ago! Do not deny it! And now he is suddenly
to be thrown over, because you are not the first girl he has ever met!
Pride should have some limits, remember! I have never heard of anything
more preposterous, if you ask me.

Mrs. Riis. Men are not like that.

Riis. And what about girls? Are they like that? I am quite sure they do
not ask whether their fiances have been married before--observe, I said
"married." You can imagine he has been married. Well, why not? That is
what other girls do--you cannot deny it. I know you know it. You have
been to dances; who are most in request there? Precisely those who have
the reputation of being something of a Don Juan. They take the wind out
of all the other fellows' sails. You have seen it yourself a hundred
times. And it is not only at dances that this applied. Don't you suppose
they get married--and as a rule make the very best matches?

Mrs. Riis. That is true.

Riis. Of course it is true. And as a rule they make the very best
husbands, too!

Mrs. Riis. Hm!

Riis. Oh, indeed they do!--with some exceptions, of course, naturally.
The fact is, that marriage has an ennobling influence, and provides a
beautiful vocation for a woman--the most beautiful vocation possible!

Svava (who has got up). I can just manage to listen to such things from
you--because I expected no better from you.

Riis. Thank you very much!

Svava (who has come forward). One would really think that marriage were
a sort of superior wash-house for men--

Riis. Ha, ha!

Svava.--and that men could come there and take a dip when they
please--and in what state they please!

Riis. Oh, really--!

Svava. I mean it! And it is flattering--very flattering--for me, as your
daughter, to feel that you look upon me as so peculiarly suited for the
washerwoman's post! None of that for me, thank you!

Riis. But this is--

Svava. No, just listen to me for a little! I don't think I have said too
much, the last day or two.

Riis. No, we have not been allowed to say a word to you.

Svava. Look here, father. You have a fine supply of principles, for show
purposes.

Riis. For--?

Svava. I do not mean by that, that they are not your own. But you are
so good and so honourable, your whole life is so refined, that I do not
attach the least importance to your principles. But to mother's I do
attach importance, for hers are what have formed mine. And now just when
I want to act up to them, she deserts me.

Riis and Mrs. Riis (together). Svava!

Svava. It is mother I am angry with! It is mother I cannot have patience
with!

Riis. Really, Svava--!

Svava. Because if there has been one point on which mother and I have
been agreed, it has been on the subject of the unprincipled way men
prepare themselves for marriage, and the sort of marriages that are the
result. We have watched the course of it, mother and I, for many years;
and we had come to one and the same conclusion, that it is _before_
marriage that a marriage is marred. But when, the other day, mother
began to turn round--

Mrs. Riis. No, you have no right to say that! I am convinced that Alfred
is as honourable--

Svava. But when, the other day, mother began to turn round--well, I
could not have been more amazed if some one had come in and told me they
had met her out in the street when she was actually sitting here talking
to me.

Mrs. Riis. I only ask you to take time to consider! I am not
contradicting you!

Svava. Oh, let me speak now! Let me give you just one instance. One day,
before I was really grown up, I came running into this room from the
park. We had just bought the property, and I was so happy. Mother was
standing over there leaning against the door and crying. It was a lovely
summer's day. "Why are you crying, mother?" I said. For some time
she seemed as if she did not see me. "Why are you crying, mother?" I
repeated, and went nearer to her, but did not like to touch her. She
turned away from me, and walked up and down once or twice. Then she came
to me. "My child," she said, drawing me to her, "never give in to what
is not good and pure, on any account whatever! It is so cowardly, and
one repents it so bitterly; it means perpetually giving in, more and
more and more." I do not know what she referred to, and I have never
asked. But no one can imagine what an effect it all had on me--the
beautiful summer day, and mother crying, and the heartfelt tones of her
voice! I cannot give in; do not ask me to. Everything that made marriage
seem beautiful to me is gone--my faith, my feeling of security--all
gone! No, no, no! I can never begin with that, and it is wicked of you
to want to make me believe I can. After such a disillusionment and such
a humiliation? No! I would rather never be married--even it I have to go
away from here. I daresay I shall find something to fill my life; it is
only for the moment that I am so helpless. And anything is better
than to fill it with what is unclean. If I did not refuse that without
hesitation, I should be an accomplice to it. Perhaps some people could
put up with that. I cannot--no, I cannot. Do you think it is arrogance
on my part? Or because I am angry? If you knew what we two had planned
and schemed, you would understand me. And if you knew what I have
thought of him, how I have admired him--you did the same yourselves--and
how wretched I feel now, how utterly robbed of everything!--Who is it
that is crying? Is it you, mother? (She runs to her mother, kneels down
and buries her head in her lap. A pause. RIIS goes into his room.) Why
cannot we three hold together? If we do, what have we to be afraid of?
What is it that stands in the way? Father, what is it that stands in
the way?--But where is father? (Sees NORDAN outside the window.) Uncle
Nordan! This is a surprise! (Hurries across the room, throws herself
into NORDAN's arms as he enters, and bursts into tears.)

Nordan. Oh, you goose! You great goose!

Svava. You must come and talk to me!

Nordan. Isn't that what I am here for?

Svava. And I thought you were up in the mountains and could not hear
from us.

Nordan. So I was. But when I got telegram after telegram, as long as
they could reach me, and then one express letter after another--and now
the end of it all is--well, I don't suppose I dare even mention his name
here now? (RIIS comes in from his room.)

Riis. At last! We have been so anxious for you to come!

Mrs. Riis (who has at last risen and come forward). Thank you for
coming, dear doctor!

Nordan (looking at her). There is something serious up, then?

Mrs. Riis. I have something I want to say to you.

Nordan. Yes, but just now away you go, you two! Let me talk to this
booby. (MRS. RIIS goes out to the left. SVAVA follows her for a minute.)

Riis. I just want to tell you that in a little while--

Nordan.--the whole pack of Christensens will be here? I know that. Go
away now.

Riis. Nordan! (Whispers to him.)

Nordan. Yes, yes!--Quite so!--No, of course not! (Tries to stop his
whispering.) Do you suppose I don't know what I am about? Be off with
you! (SVAVA comes in, as her father goes out.)

Svava. Dear Uncle Nordan! At last, somebody that will agree with me!

Nordan. Am I?

Svava. Oh, Uncle Nordan, you don't know what these days have been like!

Nordan. And the nights too, I expect?--although, with all that, you
don't look so bad.

Svava. The last night or two I have slept.

Nordan. Really? Then I see how things stand. You are a tough customer,
you are!

Svava. Oh, don't begin saying a lot of things you don't mean, uncle.

Nordan. Things I don't mean!

Svava. You always do, you know. But we haven't time for that now. I am
all on fire!

Nordan. Well, what is this you have been doing?

Svava. Ah, you see, you are beginning again!

Nordan. Beginning again? Who the devil has put the idea into your head
that I ever say anything but what I mean? Come and let us sit down.
(Brings a chair forward.)

Svava (bringing her chair close to his). There now!

Nordan. Since I was here last, I believe you have promulgated a
brand-new law on the subject of love? I congratulate you.

Svava. Have I?

Nordan. A superhuman, Svava-woven one--derived from seraphic heights,
I should imagine! "There shall be only one love in a man's life, and it
shall be directed only to one object." Full stop!

Svava. Have I said anything like that?

Nordan. Is it not you that have thrown over a young man because he has
had the audacity to fall in love before he saw you?

Svava. Do you take it in that way, too?

Nordan. In that way? Is there any other way for a sensible man to take
it? A fine young fellow honesty, adores you; a distinguished family
throw their doors wide open to you, as if you were a princess; and then
you turn round and say: "You have not waited for me ever since you were
a child! Away with you!"

Svava (springing up). What, you too! You too! And the same talk! The
same stupid talk!

Nordan. I can tell you what it is; if you do not give consideration to
everything that can be said on the other side, you are stupid.--No, it
is no use going away from me and marching up and down! I shall begin and
march up and down too, if you do! Come here and sit. Or _daren't_ you go
thoroughly into the question with me?

Svava. Yes, I dare. (Sits down again.)

Nordan. Well, to begin with, do you not think there must certainly be
two sides to a question that is discussed by serious men and women all
over the world?

Svava. This only concerns me! And as far as I am concerned there is only
one side to it.

Nordan. You do not understand me, child! You shall settle your own
affairs ultimately, and nobody else--of course. But suppose what you
have to settle is not quite so simple as you think it? Suppose it is a
problem that at the present moment is exercising the minds of thousands
and thousands of people? Do you not think it is your duty to give some
consideration to the usual attitude towards it, and to what is generally
thought and said about it? Do you think it is conscientious to condemn
in a single instance without doing that?

Svava. I understand! I think I have done what you are urging me to do.
Ask mother!

Nordan. Oh, I daresay you and your mother have chattered and read a lot
about marriage and the woman question, and about abolishing distinctions
of class--now you want to abolish distinctions of sex too. But as
regards this special question?

Svava. What do you consider I have overlooked?

Nordan. Just this. Are you right in being equally as strict with men as
with women? Eh?

Svava. Yes, of course.

Nordan. Is it so much a matter of course? Go out and ask any one you
meet. Out of every hundred you ask, ninety will say "no"--even out of a
hundred women!

Svava. Do you think so? I think people are beginning to think otherwise.

Nordan. Possibly. But experience is necessary if one is to answer a
question like that.

Svava. Do you mean what you say?

Nordan. That is none of your business. Besides, I always mean what I
say.--A woman can marry when is sixteen; a man must wait till he is
five-and-twenty, or thirty. There is a difference.

Svava. There _is_ a difference! There are many, many times more
unmarried women than men, and they exhibit self-control. Men find it
more convenient to make a law of their want of self-control!

Nordan. An answer like that only displays ignorance. Man is a polygamous
animal, like many other animals--a theory that is very strongly
supported by the fact that women so outnumber men in the world. I
daresay that is something you have never heard before?

Svava. Yes, I have heard it!

Nordan. Don't you laugh at science! What else we to put faith in, I
should like to know?

Svava. I should just like men to have the same trouble over their
children that women do! Just let them have that, Uncle Nordan, and I
fancy they would soon change their principles! Just let them experience
it!

Nordan. They have no time for that; they have to govern the world.

Svava. Yes, they have allotted the parts themselves!--Now, tell me this,
Dr. Nordan. Is it cowardly not to practise what you preach?

Nordan. Of course it is.

Svava. Then why do you not do it?

Nordan. I? I have always been a regular monster. Don't you know that,
dear child?

Svava. Dear Uncle Nordan--you have such long white locks; why do you
wear them like that?

Nordan. Oh, well--I have my reasons.

Svava. What are they?

Nordan. We won't go into that now.

Svava. You told me the reason once.

Nordan. Did I?

Svava. I wanted, one day, to take hold of your hair, but you would
not let me. You said: "Do you know why you must not do that?"--"No," I
said.--"Because no one has done that for more than thirty years."--"Who
was it that did it last?" I asked.--"It was a little girl, that you are
very like," you answered.

Nordan. So I told you that, did I?

Svava. "And she was one of your grandmother's younger sisters," you said
to me.

Nordan. She was. It was quite true. And you are like her, my child.

Svava. And then you told me that the year you went to college she was
standing beside you one day and caught up some locks of your hair in her
fingers. "You must never wear your hair shorter than this," she said.
She went away, and you went away; and when, one day, you wrote and asked
her whether you two did not belong to one another, her answer was "yes."
And a month later she was dead.

Nordan. She was dead.

Svava. And ever since then--you dear, queer old uncle--you have
considered yourself as married to her. (He nods.) And ever since the
evening you told me that--and I lay awake a long time, thinking over
it--I wanted, even when I was quite a young girl, to choose some one I
could have perfect confidence in. And then I chose wrong.

Nordan. Did you, Svava?

Svava. Do not ask me any more about that.--Then I chose once again, and
this time I was certain! For never had truer eyes looked in mine. And
how happy we were together! Day after day it always seemed new, and the
days were always too short. I dare not think about now. Oh, it is sinful
to deceive us so!--not deceit in words, it is true, but in letting
us give them our admiration and our most intimate confidences. Not in
words, no--and yet, it is in words; because they accept all we say, and
are silent themselves, and by that very fact make our words their own.
Our simple-mindedness pleases them as a bit of unspoilt nature, and it
is just by means of that that they deceive us. It creates an intimacy
between us and an atmosphere of happy give-and-take of jests, which we
think can exist only on one presupposition--and really it is all a sham.
I cannot understand how any one can so treat the one he loves--for he
did love me!

Nordan. He does love you.

Svava (getting up). But not as I loved him! All these years I have not
been frittering away my love. Besides, I have had too high an ideal of
what loving and being loved should be; and just for that reason I felt a
deep desire to be loved--I can say so to you. And when love came, seemed
to take all my strength from me; but I felt I should always be safe with
him, and so I let him see it and gloried in his seeing it. That is the
bitterest part of it to me now--because he was unworthy of it. He has
said to me: "I cannot bear to see any one else touch you!" and "When I
catch a glimpse of your arm, I think to myself that it has been round my
neck--mine, and no one else's in the world." And I felt proud and happy
when he said so, because I thought it was true. Hundreds of times I had
imagined some one's saying that to me some day. But I never imagined
that the one who would say it would be a man who--oh, it is disgusting!
When I think what it means, it makes me ready to hate him. The mere
thought that he has had his arms round me--has touched me--makes me
shudder! I am not laying down rules for any one else, but what I am
doing seems to me a matter of course. Every fibre of my being tells me
that. I must be left in peace!

Nordan. I see that this is more serious, and goes deeper, than I had any
suspicion of. None of them understand it that way, Alfred least of
all. He is only hurt--distressed and hurt at the thought that you could
distrust him.

Svava. I know that.

Nordan. Yes--well--don't take up such a high and mighty attitude! I
assure you that is how it will appear to most people.

Svava. Do you think so? I think people are beginning to think otherwise.

Nordan. Most people will think: "Other girls forgive things like that,
especially when they love a man."

Svava. There are some that will answer: "If she had not loved him, she
might have forgiven him."

Nordan. And yet, Svava?--and yet?

Svava. But, uncle, do you not understand? I do not know that I can
explain it, either; because, to do that, I should have to explain what
it is that we read into the face, the character, the manner of the man
we love--his voice, his smile. That is what I have lost. Its meaning is
gone.

Nordan. For a while, yes--till you have had a breathing space.

Svava. No, no, no! Do you remember that song of mine, about the beloved
one's image? that one always sees it as if it were framed in happiness?
Do you remember it?

Nordan. Yes.

Svava. Very well--I cannot see it like that any longer. I see it, of
course--but always with pain. Always! Am I to forgive that, because
other girls forgive it? What is that they have loved, these other girls?
Can you tell me that? Because what I loved is gone. I am not going to
sit down and try to conjure it up in my imagination again. I shall find
something else to do.

Nordan. You are embittered now. You have had your ideal thoroughly
shattered, and as long as you are smarting from that it is no use
reasoning with you. So I will only beg one thing of you--one single
little thing. But you must promise me to do it?

Svava. If I can.

Nordan. You can. There are things to take into consideration. Ask for
time to think it all over!

Svava. Ah!--mother has been writing to you!

Nordan. And if she has? Your mother knows what depends upon it.

Svava. What depends upon it? Why do you speak so mysteriously, as if we
were not on secure ground? Aren't we? Father talks about giving up this
place. Why?

Nordan. I suppose he thinks it will be necessary.

Svava. Father? On grounds of economy?

Nordan. Not in the least! No, but all the gossips in the place will be
at you. What you propose to do is a regular challenge, you know.

Svava. Oh, we can stand criticism! Father has some queer principles, you
know; but his own life--. Surely no one has any doubt about that?

Nordan. Listen to me, my child. You cannot prevent people inventing
things. So be careful!

Svava. What do you mean?

Nordan. I mean that you ought to go for a stroll in the park and pull
yourself together a little, before the Christensens come. Try to be
calm; come in calmly, and request time to think it over. That is all you
have to do! They will make no difficulty about that, because they must
agree. Nothing has happened yet, and all ways are still open. Do as I
ask!

Svava. I _have_ thought it over--and you will never get me to do
anything else.

Nordan. No, no. It is only a matter of form.

Svava. What? You mean something more than that, I know.

Nordan. What an obstinate girl you are!--Can you not do it then, let me
say, for your mother's sake? Your mother is a good woman.

Svava. What will they think, if I come in and say: "Will you not give me
time to consider the matter?" No, I cannot do that.

Nordan. What will you say, then?

Svava. I would rather say nothing at all. But if I absolutely must say
something--

Nordan. Of course you must!

Svava. Well, I will go out now and think it over. (Turns to go, but
stops.) But what you want can never be.

Nordan. It must be!

Svava (standing by the door). You said just now: "Your mother is a good
woman." It sounded almost as if you laid stress on the word "mother"?

Nordan. Suppose I did?

Svava. Is father not that, too?

Nordan. Your father a good woman?

Svava. Why do you try to turn it off with a joke?

Nordan. Because it is serious, confound it all!

Svava. Can I not believe father--?

Nordan. Hush!

Svava. Father?--Is it possible that he too--? Do people say that?
(NORDAN does not answer, and does not move.) Shameful! Impossible! I say
it is impossible! (Rushes out. RIIS comes in from the right.)

Riis. What is the matter with Svava?

Nordan (coming forward). There was nothing else for it.

Riis. Nothing else for it? What do you mean?

Nordan. No, devil take it!--there was nothing else for it.

Riis. Quite so--but what?

Nordan. What do you say?

Riis. No, what were you saying--?

Nordan. What was I saying?

Riis. You said there was nothing else for it. You alarm me.

Nordan. Do I? Then you did not hear right. (Moves away from him.)

Riis. Didn't hear right? You were swearing about it too!

Nordan. That I certainly did not.

Riis. Very well then, you didn't. But how did you get on with Svava?
Won't you answer me?

Nordan. How did I get on with Svava?

Riis. Why are you so preoccupied? Are things so bad, then?

Nordan. Preoccupied? Why should I be that?

Riis. You ought to know best. I was asking about Svava--how you got on
with Svava--and I think I have the right to know.

Nordan. Look here, Riis.

Riis. Yes? (NORDAN takes him by the arm.) What is it?

Nordan. Did you see Svava?

Riis. Hurrying away out through the park? Yes. My dear chap, what was
it?

Nordan. It was the Greek tragedy.

Riis. The Greek--?

Nordan. Only the name--only the name! Well, you know what the word
means, don't you?

Riis. The Greek--?

Nordan. No, no--not "Greek," but "tragedy"?

Riis. Something mournful--?

Nordan. Far from it! Something amusing! It came to Greece with the
worship of Dionysus, in whose train there was a goat--

Riis (draws his arm away). A goat? What on earth--?

Nordan. Yes, you may well be surprised--because it sang!

Riis. Sang?

Nordan. Yes--and is still singing, of course! And paints! There are
pictures by him in every exhibition. And works in bronze and marble!
Wonderful! And such a courtier as he is, too! It is he that designs
ball-dresses and arranges entertainments--

Riis. Have you gone raving mad?

Nordan. Why do you ask that?

Riis. I am waiting patiently here till you have done talking such damned
nonsense! We are accustomed to something of the sort when you are in one
of those humours, but to-day I can't understand a blessed word of what
you are saying.

Nordan. Don't you, my dear fellow?

Riis. Can you not tell me what my daughter said? Isn't it ridiculous
that I cannot get that out of you! Now, briefly and intelligibly, what
did she say?

Nordan. Do you want to know?

Riis. He asks that!

Nordan. She said she pitied all the innocent young girls that,
generation after generation, disappear--

Riis. Where to?

Nordan. That is just it--where to? She said: "They are brought up in
pious ignorance, and finally the unsuspecting creatures are wrapped up
in a long white veil that they shall not be able to see distinctly where
they are being taken to."

Riis. Now you are talking your mythology again. Am I not to--

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.

Christensen. And I didn't think I should hear any more about it after
that.--You ladies seem to be having a fine game of whispering! (MRS.
CHRISTENSEN comes forward. RIIS places chairs for her and his wife.)

Mrs. Christensen. I was telling Mrs. Riis about the Miss Tang affair.
She really seems to have risen from her grave!

Christensen. Is your daughter at home, may I ask?

Riis. I have sent to fetch her.

Mrs. Christensen. I hope the last few days have taught her a lesson too,
poor girl! She suffers from a fault that unusually clever people are
very liable to--I mean self-righteousness.

Riis. Exactly! You are perfectly right! But I should call it arrogance!

Mrs. Christensen. I should not like to say that--but presumption,
perhaps.

Mrs. Riis. Why do you say that, Mrs. Christensen?

Mrs. Christensen. Because of various conversations I have had with her.
I was speaking to her once about a man's being his wife's master. In
these days it is a good thing to impress that on young girls.

Christensen. Yes, indeed!

Mrs. Christensen. And when I reminded her of certain words of St.
Paul's, she said: "Yes, it is behind those bars that we women are still
shut up." Then I knew that something would happen. Pride goes before a
fall, you know.

Christensen. Oh, come, come! That won't do at all! Your chain of
reasoning isn't sound!

Mrs. Christensen. How?

Christensen. It is not. Because in the first place it was not Miss Riis
that fell, but your precious son. And in the second place his fall was
not a consequence of Miss Riis's pride, because of course it happened
many years before Miss Riis showed any of her pride. So that if you knew
that his fall would happen as a consequence of Miss Riis's pride, you
knew something that you certainly did not know.

Mrs. Christensen. Oh, you are making fun of me!

Christensen. I ought to be at a committee meeting punctually at
one.--May I ask what has become of your daughter?

Riis. Indeed I am really beginning to wonder--(During the foregoing,
NORDAN has remained in the background, sometimes in the room and
sometimes outside in the park. MARGIT now goes fast the window outside,
and NORDAN is heard speaking to her.)

Nordan. Have you only just found her?

Margit. No, sir--I have been down once already to take Miss Riis her
hat, gloves and parasol.

Nordan. Is she going out?

Margit. I don't know, sir. (Goes out.)

Christensen. Dear me!

Riis. What does it mean? (Turns to go and fetch her.)

Nordan. No, no! Do not you go!

Mrs. Riis. I expect I had better go--

Riis. Yes, you go!

Nordan. No, I will go. I am afraid I am responsible for--. (As he goes)
I'll answer for it I will bring her back!

Christensen. Dear me!

Mrs. Christensen (getting up). I am afraid, my dear Mrs. Riis, we have
come at an inconvenient time for your daughter?

Riis. Ah, you must be lenient with her! I assure you it is these
high-flown ideas--this reading, that her mother has not been nearly firm
enough in keeping her from.

Mrs. Riis. I? What are you talking about?

Riis. I say that this is a very important moment! And at moments like
this one sees very clearly, very--well, that is what happens!

Christensen. Your husband, Mrs. Riis, has suddenly had the same sort of
revelation as our parson had lately--I should say, my wife's parson. It
was one day just after dinner--after an extremely good dinner, by the
way--a moment when a man often has very bright ideas. We were talking
about all the things a woman has to learn now, as compared with the old
days, and how some people say it is mere waste of time because she will
forget it all again when she marries. "Yes," said parson, looking very
pleased, "my wife has completely forgotten how to spell; I hope she will
soon forget how to write, too!"

Mrs. Christensen. You imitate people so well, that one cannot help
laughing--although it isn't right. (CHRISTENSEN looks at his watch.)

Riis. It doesn't look as if they were coming back?--Will you go, or
shall I?

Mrs. Riis (getting up). I will go. But you could not expect them
already--

Riis (coming close up to her and speaking in an undertone). This is your
doing! I see it clearly!

Mrs. Riis. I do not think you know what you are saying. (Goes out.)

Riis (coming forward). I really must apologise most humbly! It is the
last thing I should ever have expected of Svava--because I pride myself
that the obligations of courtesy have never been disregarded in my house
before.

Mrs. Christensen. Perhaps something has happened?

Riis. I beg your pardon?--Good heavens!

Mrs. Christensen. Oh, do not misunderstand me! I only mean that
young girls are so easily agitated, and then they do not like to show
themselves.

Riis. All the same, Mrs. Christensen, all the same! At such a moment as
this, too!--You really must excuse me, I shall have no peace till I find
out for myself what has happened! (Hurries out.)

Christensen. If Alfred had been here, I suppose he would have been
running about all over the park after these females, too.

Mrs. Christensen. Really, my dear!

Christensen. Aren't we alone?

Mrs. Christensen. Yes, but still--!

Christensen. Well, I say, as a certain famous man said before me: "What
the devil was he doing in that galley?"

Mrs. Christensen. Do have a moment's patience! It is really necessary.

Christensen. Bah! Necessary! Riis is more afraid of a rupture than any
of us. Did you see him just now?

Mrs. Christensen. Yes, of course I did, but--

Christensen. She has already gone much farther than she has any right
to.

Mrs. Christensen. So Alfred thinks, too.

Christensen. Then he should have been here now, to say so. I asked him
to come.

Mrs. Christensen. He is in love, and that makes a man a little timid.

Christensen. Nonsense!

Mrs. Christensen. Oh, that passes off when one is in love as often as
you are. (Gets up.) Here they come!--No, not Svava.

Christensen. Is she not with them?

Mrs. Christensen. I don't see her.

Riis (appearing at the door). Here they are!

Mrs. Christensen. And your daughter too?

Riis. Yes, Svava too. She asked the others to go on ahead of her. I
expect she wanted to collect herself a little.

Mrs. Christensen (sitting down again). Ah, you see, it was just what I
thought, poor child!

Mrs. Riis (coming in). She will be here in a moment! (Goes up to MRS.
CHRISTENSEN.) You must forgive her, Mrs. Christensen; she has had a bad
time of it.

Mrs. Christensen. Bless my soul, of course I understand that! The first
time one has an experience of this kind, it tells on one.

Christensen. This is positively beginning to get amusing!

[Enter NORDAN.]

Nordan. Here we are! She asked me to come on little ahead of her.

Riis. She is not going to keep us waiting any longer, I hope?

Nordan. She was just behind me.

Riis. Here she is! (Goes to the door to meet her; NORDAN and MRS. RIIS
do the same from the other side of the room.)

Christensen. One would think she were the Queen of Sheba.

(SVAVA comes in, wearing her hat, and with her gloves and parasol in her
hand. CHRISTENSEN and MRS. CHRISTENSEN get up from their seats. She bows
slightly to them, and comes to the front of the stage on the right-hand
side. All sit down in silence. NORDAN is at the extreme left, then MRS.
RIIS, MRS. CHRISTENSEN and CHRISTENSEN. At the extreme right, but a
little behind the others, is RIIS, who is sitting down one minute and
standing the next.)

Mrs. Christensen. My dear Svava, we have come here to--well, you know
what we have come for. What has happened has distressed us very much;
but what is done cannot be undone. None of us can excuse Alfred. But all
the same we think that he might be granted forgiveness, especially
at the hands of one who must know that he loves her, and loves her
sincerely. That makes it a different matter altogether, of course.

Christensen. Of course!

Riis. Of course!

Nordan. Of course!

Mrs. Christensen. And, even if you don't quite agree with me about that,
I hope you will agree with me about Alfred himself. I mean to say, that
we consider his character, my dear Svava, should vouch to you for his
fidelity. I know that, if you require it, he will give you his word of
honour that--

Mrs. Riis (getting up). No! No!

Mrs. Christensen. What is the matter, my dear Mrs. Riis?

Mrs. Riis. No words of honour! He has to take an oath when he marries,
anyway.

Nordan. But surely two make it all the safer, Mrs. Riis?

Mrs. Riis. No, no! No oath! (Sits down again.)

Christensen. I was struck with our friend Dr. Nordan's remark. Tell me,
my dear sir, do you also take it for granted that the sort of thing my
son has done ought to be an absolute bar to marriage with an honourable
woman?

Nordan. Quite the contrary! I am quite sure it never prevents any one
getting married--and remarkably well married. It is only Svava that is
behaving in an extraordinary manner in every respect.

Mrs. Christensen. I would not go so far as to say that; but there is one
thing that Svava has overlooked. She is acting as if she were free. But
she is not by any means free. A betrothal is equivalent to a marriage;
at any rate, I am old-fashioned enough to consider it so, And the man to
whom I have given my hand is thereby made my master and given authority
over me, and I owe to him--as to a superior authority--my respect,
whether he act well or ill. I cannot give him notice, or run away from
him.

Riis. That is old-fashioned and sensible. I thank you heartily, Mrs.
Christensen!

Nordan. And I too!

Mrs. Riis. But if it is too late after the betrothal--. (Checks
herself.)

Mrs. Christensen. What do you mean, dear Mrs. Riis?

Mrs. Riis. Oh, nothing nothing at all.

Nordan. Mrs. Riis means that if it is too late after the betrothal, why
do people not speak out before they are betrothed?

Riis. What a thing to say!

Christensen. Well, it wouldn't be such a bad thing, would it? I imagine
proposals in future being worded somewhat in this way: "My dear
Miss So-and-So, up to date I have had such and such a number of love
affairs--that is to say, so many big ones and so many little ones."
Don't you think it would be a capital way to lead the conversation on
to--

Nordan.--to assuring her that she is the only one you have ever loved?

Christensen. Well, not exactly that, but--

Riis. Here comes Alfred!

Mrs. Riis. Alfred?

Mrs. Christensen. Yes, it really is he!

Riis (who has gone to the door to meet ALFRED). Ah, that is right! We
are so glad you have come!

Christensen. Well, my boy?

Alfred. When it came to the point, I could not do anything else--I had
to come here.

Christensen. I quite agree with you.

Riis. Yes, it was only the natural thing to do. (ALFRED comes forward
and bows respectfully to SVAVA. She bows slightly, but without looking
at him. He steps back again.)

Nordan. Good morning, my boy!

Alfred. Perhaps I have come at an inconvenient moment.

Riis. Not a bit of it! Quite the contrary!

Alfred. At the same time, it seems evident to me that my presence is not
welcome to Miss Riis. (No one answers him.)

Mrs. Christensen. But it is a family council we are holding--isn't it,
my dear girl?

Riis. I assure you, you _are_ welcome! And we are all particularly
anxious to hear what you have to say!

Christensen. That is so.

Alfred. I have not succeeded in getting a hearing yet, you know. I have
been refused admittance repeatedly--both in person and when I wrote. So
I thought that if I came now, perhaps I should get a hearing.

Riis. Of course. Who can object to that?

Nordan. You shall have your hearing.

Alfred. Perhaps I may take Miss Riis's silence to mean permission? In
that case--well--it is nothing so very much that I have to say, either.
It is merely to remind you that, when I asked for Miss Riis's hand, it
was because I loved her with all my heart--her and no one else. I could
not imagine any greater happiness, and any greater honour, than to
be loved by her in return. And so I think still. (He pauses, as if he
expected an answer. They all look at SVAVA.) What explanation I could
have given of my own free will--indeed what explanation, under other
circumstances, I should have felt impelled to give--I shall say nothing
about now. But I _owe_ no explanation! My honour demands that I should
make point of that. It is my future that I owe to her. And with regard
to that I must confess I have been hurt--deeply hurt--by the fact that
Miss Riis could doubt me for a moment. Never in my life has any one
doubted me before. With all respect, I must insist that my word shall be
taken. (They are all silent.) That is all I have to say.

Mrs. Riis (getting up unwillingly). But, Alfred, suppose a woman, under
the same circumstances, had come and said the same thing--who would
believe her? (They are all silent. SVAVA bursts into tears.)

Mrs. Christensen. Poor child!

Riis. Believe her?

Mrs. Riis. Yes, believe her. Believe her if, after past like that, she
came and assured us that she would make an honest wife?

Christensen. After a past like that?

Mrs. Riis. Perhaps that is putting it too harshly. But why should you
require her to believe a man any more readily than a man would believe
her? Because he would not believe her for a moment.

Riis (coming up behind her). Are you absolutely mad?

Christensen (half rising). Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen; the two
young people must settle the affair now! (Sits down again.)

Alfred. I must confess I have never thought of what Mrs. Riis has just
said, because such a thing never could happen. No man of honour would
choose a woman of whose past he was not certain. Never!

Mrs. Riis. But what about a woman of honour, Alfred?

Alfred. Ah, that is quite different.

Nordan. To put it precisely: a woman owes a man both her past and her
future; a man owes a woman only his future.

Alfred. Well, if you like to put it that way--yes.

Nordan (to SVAVA, as he gets up). I wanted you to postpone your answer,
my child. But now I think you ought to answer at once. (SVAVA goes up to
ALFRED, flings her glove in his face, and goes straight into her room.
ALFRED turns and looks after her. RIIS disappears into his room on the
right. Every one has risen from their seats. MRS. CHRISTENSEN takes
ALFRED by the arm and goes nut with him; CHRISTENSEN follows them. MRS.
RIIS is standing at the door of the room which SVAVA has locked after
her.)

Nordan. That was throwing down a gauntlet, if you like!

Mrs. Riis (calling through the door). Svava!

Christensen (coming in and speaking to NORDAN, who has taken no notice
of him and has not turned round). Then it is to be war?--Well, I fancy I
know a thing or two about war. (Goes out. NORDAN turns round and stands
looking after him.)

Mrs. Riis (still at the door). Svava! (RIIS comes rushing out of his
room, with his hat on and his gloves and stick in his hand, and follows
the CHRISTENSENS.) Svava!




ACT III


SCENE I

(SCENE.--DR. NORDAN'S garden, behind his neat one-storied house. He is
sitting on a chair in the foreground reading. His old servant, THOMAS,
opens the how door and looks out.)

Thomas. Doctor!

Nordan. What is it? (ALFRED comes into sight in the doorway.) Oh, it is
you! (Gets up.) Well, my boy? You don't look up to much!

Alfred. No, but never mind that. Can you give me a bit of breakfast?

Nordan. Have you had no breakfast yet? Have you not been home then?--not
been home all night?--not since yesterday? (Calls) Thomas!

Alfred. And when I have had something to eat, may I have a talk with
you?

Nordan. Of course, my dear boy. (To THOMAS, who has come out of the
house) Get some breakfast laid in that room, please (pointing to a
window on the left).

Alfred. And may I have a wash too?

Nordan. Go with Thomas. I will be with you directly. (ALFRED and THOMAS
go into the house. Then a carriage is heard stopping outside.) There is
a carriage. Go and see who it is, Thomas. I won't see any patients! I am
going away to-morrow.

Thomas. It is Mr. Christensen. (Goes into the house again.)

Nordan. Oho! (Goes to the window on the left.) Alfred!

Alfred (coming to the window). Yes?

Nordan. It is your father! If you do not want to be seen, pull down the
blind. (The blind is dulled dawn.)

Thomas (showing in CHRISTENSEN). Will you come this way please, sir.
(CHRISTENSEN is in court dress protected by a dustcoat, and wears the
cross of a Knight Commander of the Order of St. Olaf.)

Christensen. I hope I do not disturb you, doctor?

Nordan. Not at all!--In full dress! I congratulate you.

Christensen. Yes, we newly-fledged knights have to go to Court to-day.
But do you mind if I spend a minute or two here with you before I go on
to the palace?--Any news from over there? From the Riis's?

Nordan. No. They are sitting waiting for the "war" to begin, I expect.

Christensen. They shall not have to wait long, then! I have made up
my mind to begin it to-day. Has she come to her senses, by any chance?
Women usually feel things like that very acutely. But they usually get
over it, too.

Nordan. I do not think so. But I bow before your experience.

Christensen. Thank you! I should think that, as an old hand at playing
the buffer in family jars, you had a much greater experience. Yesterday
she was like an electric eel! And she gave her shock, too! The boy has
not been home since. I am almost glad of that; it shows he has some
sense of shame. I was beginning to doubt it.

Nordan. It is the coming "war" that interests me.

Christensen. Oh, you are anxious to see that, are you? Very well. As
a matter of fact there is no need to draw up a plan of campaign. That
affair of Mrs. North's can be taken up again any day, my dear fellow! It
is in the hands of the bank, you know.

Nordan. But what has that to do with your son engagement?

Christensen. What has it to do with it? Miss Riis gives my son his
dismissal because she cannot tolerate his conduct before marriage. Her
own father indulges in the same sort of conduct when he is well on in
married life! Tableau vivant tres curieux!--to use a language Mr. Riis
is very fond of.

Nordan. It is a shame to talk like that--because your son is the only
one to blame in this matter.

Christensen. My son is not in the least to blame in the matter! He
has not done the slightest thing that could harm or discredit the
Riis's--not the slightest thing! He is a man of honour, who has given
Miss Riis his promise and has kept it. Will any one dare to contradict
that? Or to suggest that he will not keep his promise? If any one doubts
him, it is an insult. Dr. Nordan! In this matter the alternatives are
either an apology and peace--or war. For I am not going to put up with
this sort of thing; and if my son puts up with it, I shall despise him.

Nordan. Oh, I quite believe your son had every honourable intention
when he gave his promise. And very likely he would have kept it, too; I
cannot say for certain, because I have learnt to doubt. I am a doctor--I
have seen too much--and he did not appear to great advantage yesterday.
You really must forgive my saying so--but after the liveliness of his
young days, coupled with the tendencies he has inherited, do you think
he really had any right to be surprised if people doubted him?--if his
fiancee doubted him? Had he really any right to feel insulted, or
to demand apologies? Apologies for what? For having doubted his
virtue?--Just consider that!

Christensen. Why, what--?

Nordan. One moment! I was only half done. You said something about a
reconciliation, you know; of course by that you meant a marriage. If
your son is willing to marry a woman who distrusts him, then I shall
despise him.

Christensen. Really--!

Nordan. Yes, indeed I shall. Our opinions are as different as all that.
To my way of thinking, your son's only course is to submit--and wait; to
keep silence, and wait--always supposing, of course, that he still loves
her. That is my view of it.

Christensen. Well, I imagine that there are very few candidates for
matrimony who have not been guilty of what my son has been guilty of;
indeed, I am sure of it. And I imagine, too, that they have the same
unfortunate "hereditary tendencies"--an expression on which you laid
stress out of special friendship for me. But is that any reason
why girls who are betrothed should behave as Miss Riis has been
doing?--scream, and run away, and create a scandal? We should not be
able to hear ourselves speak! It would be the queerest sort of anarchy
the world has ever seen! Why, such doctrines as that are contrary to
the very nature and order of things! They are mad! And when, into the
bargain, they are thrown at our heads as if they were decisions of a
High Court of Morality--well, then I strike! Good-bye! (Starts to go,
but turns back.) And who is it that these High Court of Morality's
decisions would for the most part affect, do you suppose? Just the
ablest and most vigorous of our young men. Are we going to turn them
out and make a separate despised caste of them? And what things would
be affected, do you suppose? A great part of the world's literature and
art; a great part of all that is loveliest and most captivating in the
life of to-day; the world's greatest cities, most particularly--those
wonders of the world--teeming with their millions of people! Let me
tell you this: the life that disregards marriage or loosens the bonds of
marriage, or transforms the whole institution--you know very well what
I mean--the life that is accused of using the "weapons of seduction" in
its fashions, its luxury, its entertainments, its art, its theatre--that
life is one of the most potent factors in these teeming cities, one of
the most fruitful sources of their existence! No one who has seen it can
have any doubt about it, however ingenuous he may pretend to be. Are we
to wish to play havoc with all that too?--to disown the flower of the
world's youth, and ruin the world's finest cities? It seems to me that
people wish to do so much in the name of morality, that they end by
wishing to do what would be subversive of all morality.

Nordan. You are certainly embarking on your little war in the true
statesmanlike spirit!

Christensen. It is nothing but sound common-sense, my dear sir; that
is all that is necessary, I am sure. I shill have the whole town on my
side, you may be certain of that!

Thomas (appearing at the house door). Doctor!

Nordan (turning round). Is it possible! (Hurries to the doorway, in
which MRS. RIIS appears.)

Mrs. Riis. May I--?

Nordan. Of course! Will you come out here?

Mrs. Riis (to CHRISTENSEN, who bows to her). My visit is really to you,
Mr. Christensen.

Christensen. I am honoured.

Mrs. Riis. I happened to look out into the street just as your
carriage stopped and you got out. So I thought I would seize the
opportunity--because you threatened us yesterday, you know. Is that not
so? You declared war against us?

Christensen. My recollection of it is that war was declared, Mrs. Riis,
but that I merely accepted the challenge.

Mrs. Riis. And what line is your campaign going to take, if I may ask
the question?

Christensen. I have just had the honour of explaining my position to the
doctor. I do not know whether it would be gallant to do as much to you.

Nordan. I will do it, then. The campaign will be directed against your
husband. Mr. Christensen takes the offensive.

Mrs. Riis. Naturally!--because you know you can strike at him. But I
have come to ask you to think better of it.

Christensen (with a laugh). Really?

Mrs. Riis. Once--many years ago now--I took my child in my arms and
threatened to leave my husband. Thereupon he mentioned the name
of another man, and shielded himself behind that--for it was a
distinguished name. "See how lenient that man's wife is," he said. "And,
because she is so, all her friends are lenient, and that will be all the
better for their child." Those were his words.

Christensen. Well, as far as the advice they implied was concerned, it
was good advice--and no doubt you followed it.

Mrs. Riis. The position of a divorced woman is a very humiliating one
in the eyes of the world, and the daughter of such a woman fares very
little better. The rich and distinguished folk who lead the fashion take
care of that.

Christensen. But what--?

Mrs. Riis. That is my excuse for not having the courage to leave him. I
was thinking of my child's future. But it is my husband's excuse, too;
because he is one of those who follows the example of others.

Christensen. We all do that, Mrs. Riis.

Mrs. Riis. But it is the leaders of society that set the example, for
the most part; and in this matter they set a tempting one. I suppose I
can hardly be mistaken in thinking that I have heard your view of this
matter, all along, through my husband's mouth? Or, if I am mistaken in
that, I at all events surely heard it more accurately yesterday, when I
heard your voice in everything that your son said?

Christensen. I stand by every word of what my son said.

Mrs. Riis. I thought so. This campaign of yours will really be a
remarkable one! I see your influence in everything that has happened,
from first to last. You are the moving spirit of the whole campaign--on
both sides!

Nordan. Before you answer, Christensen--may I ask you, Mrs. Riis, to
consider whether you want to make the breach hopelessly irreparable?
Do you mean to make a reconciliation between the young people quite
impossible?

Mrs. Riis. It is impossible, as it is.

Nordan. Why?

Mrs. Riis. Because all confidence is destroyed.

Nordan. More so now than before?

Mrs. Riis. Yes. I will confess that up to the moment. When Alfred's word
of honour was offered yesterday--up to the moment when he demanded that
his word of honour should be believed--I did not recognise the fact that
it was my own story over again. But it was--word for word my own story!
That was just the way we began; who will vouch for it that the sequel
would not be the same as in our case?

Christensen. My son's character will vouch for that, Mrs. Riis!

Mrs. Riis. Character? A nice sort of character a man is likely to
develop who indulges in secret and illicit courses from his boyhood!
That is the very way faithlessness is bred. If any one wants to know the
reason why character is such a rare thing, I think they will find the
answer in that.

Christensen. A man's youth is by no means the test of his life. That
depends on his marriage.

Mrs. Riis. And why should a man's faithlessness disappear when he is
married? Can you tell me that?

Christensen. Because then he loves, of course.

Mrs. Riis. Because he loves? But do you mean that he has not loved
before then? How absolutely you men have blinded yourselves!--No, love
is not the least likely to be lasting when the will is vitiated. And
that is what it is--vitiated by the life a bachelor leads.

Christensen. And yet I know plenty of sensual men who have strong wills.

Mrs. Riis. I am not speaking of strength of will, but of purity,
faithfulness, nobility of will.

Christensen. Well, if my son is to be judged by any such nonsensical
standard as that, I am devoutly thankful he has got out of the whole
thing before it became serious--indeed I am! Now we have had enough of
this. (Prepares to go.)

Mrs. Riis. As far as your son is concerned--. (Turns to NORDAN.) Doctor,
answer me this, so that his father may hear it before he goes. When you
refused to go with us to the betrothal party, had you already heard some
thing about Alfred Christensen? Was what you had heard of such a nature
that you felt you could not trust him?

Nordan (after a moment's thought). Not altogether, certainly.

Mrs. Riis (to CHRISTENSEN). There, you hear!--But will you let me ask
you this, doctor: why did you not say so? Good God, why did you not
speak?

Nordan. Listen to me, Mrs. Riis. When two young people, who after all
are suited to one another--for they are that, are they not?

Christensen. They are that, I admit.

Nordan. When all of a sudden they fall madly in love with one another,
what are you to do?

Christensen. Oh, rake up all sorts of stories and exaggerations--create
a scandal!

Nordan. Indeed, I must confess--what as a matter of fact I have
said--that I have become accustomed to things not being exactly as they
should be in that respect. I looked upon these young people's engagement
in the same light as I have looked on others--on most others--that is
cruel to say, as a lottery. It might turn out well; on the other hand it
might turn out very badly.

Mrs. Riis. And you were willing to risk my daughter, whom you are
so fond of--for I know you are fond of her--in a lottery? Could one
possibly have a clearer proof of the real state of things?

Nordan. Yes, certainly! You yourself, Mrs. Riis--what did you do?

Mrs. Riis. I--?

Christensen. Bravo!

Nordan. You knew what Hoff had said--and more too. (CHRISTENSEN laughs
quietly.) Nevertheless you helped your husband, if not actually to try
and get her to overlook it, at all events to smooth things over.

Christensen. Bravo!

Nordan. And you called in my help to induce her to take time to think it
over.

Christensen. Mothers observe a considerable difference between theory
and practice in these matters, I notice.

Nordan. It was only when I saw how deeply it affected Svava--what
a horror she had of it--that my eyes were opened. And the longer I
listened to her, the more sympathy I felt for her; for I was young
myself once--and loved. But that was such a long time ago--and I have
grown tired--

Mrs. Riis (who has sat down at the little table). My God!

Nordan. Yes, Mrs. Riis. Let me tell you candidly--it is the mothers, and
no one else, that by degrees have made me callous. Mothers look upon the
whole thing so callously. The fact is that as a rule they know what is
what.

Christensen. That they do, the dear creatures! And Mrs. Riis is no
exception to the rule. You must admit, my dear madam, that you did all
you could to hold on to a young man who had had a lively past? Not to
mention the fact that this same young man had an extremely good social
position--a thing I only allude to incidentally.

Nordan. Exactly. Rather than not give their daughters a prospect of what
they call "a good marriage" they straightway forget all that they have
suffered themselves.

Mrs. Riis. You see, we do not know that it will turn out the same in
their case.

Nordan. You don't know it?

Mrs. Riis. No, I tell you that I did not think so! We believe that the
man our daughter is going to marry is so much better. We believe that
in their case there are stronger guarantees--that the circumstances are
altogether different. It is so! It is a kind of illusion that takes hold
of us.

Christensen. When there is a prospect of a good marriage, yes! I
entirely agree with you, Mrs. Riis--for the first time. Moreover, I
think there is another side to it. Isn't it possible that women have not
suffered so much after all from the fact that men are men? What? I
fancy the suffering has been more acute than serious--something like
sea-sickness; when it is over--well, it is over. And so when it is the
daughters' turn to go on board, the dear mothers think: "Oh, they will
be able to get over it too! Only let us get them off!" For they are so
anxious to get them off, that is the truth!

Mrs. Riis (getting up and coming forward). Well, if it is so, surely it
is nothing to make fun of! It only shows what a woman can sink to, from
living with a man.

Christensen Indeed!

Mrs. Riis. Yes--because each generation of women is endowed with
a stronger and stronger aspiration for a pure life. It results
unconsciously from the maternal instinct, and is intended as a
protection for the defenceless. Even worthless mothers feel that. But if
they succumb in spite of it, and each generation of married women in
its turn sinks as deep as you say, the reason of it can only be the
privilege that men enjoy as part of their education.

Christensen. What privilege?

Mrs. Riis. That of living as they please when they are bachelors, and
then having their word of honour believed in when they choose to enter
the married state. As long as women are powerless to put an end to that
horrible privilege or to make themselves independent of it, so long will
one half of the world continue to be sacrificed on account of the other
half--on account of the other half's lack of self-control. That one
privilege turns out to be more powerful than all the striving for
liberty in the world. And that is not a laughing matter.

Christensen. You are picturing to yourself a different world from this,
and different natures from ours, Mrs. Riis. And that--if you will excuse
my saying so--is obviously all the answer that is necessary to what you
say.

Mrs. Riis. Well, then, give that answer openly! Why do you not openly
acknowledge that as your standpoint?

Christensen. But don't we?

Mrs. Riis. No--not here, at all events. On the contrary, you range
yourselves ostensibly under our banner, while all the time you are
secretly betraying it. Why have you not the courage to unfurl your
own? Let these bachelor customs of yours be sanctioned as entirely
suitable--then we should be able to join issue with you. And then
every innocent bride would be able to know what it is she is entering
upon--and in what capacity.

Nordan. That would be simply nothing more or less than abolishing
marriage.

Mrs. Riis. Would not that be more honest, too? Because now it is only
being corrupted, long before it begins.

Christensen. Oh, of course it is all the men's fault! It is the fashion
to say that now--it is part of the "struggle for freedom." Down with
man's authority, of course!

Mrs. Riis. The authority his bachelor life has won for him!

Nordan. Ha, ha!

Mrs. Riis. Do not let us cover up the real issue with phrases! Let us
rather speak of the "desolate hearth" that the poet writes of. Marriage
laid in ruins is what he means by that; and what is the cause of it?
What is the cause of the chilly, horrible commonplace of every-day
life--sensual, idle, brutish? I could paint it even more vividly, but I
will not. I will refrain, for instance, from bringing up the subject
of hereditary disease. Let the question be thrashed out openly! Then
perhaps a fire will be kindled--and our consciences stirred! It must
become the most momentous question in every home. That is what is
needed!

Christensen. Our conversation has soared to such heights that it really
seems quite an anti-climax for me to say that I must go to a "higher
place"!--but you must excuse me all the same.

Mrs. Riis. I hope I have not delayed you?

Christensen. No, there is plenty of time. I am only longing
fervently--you really must not be offended--to get away from here.

Mrs. Riis. To your--equals?

Christensen. What a remarkable thing that you should remind me of them!
And, by the way, that reminds me that I am scarcely likely to meet you
or your family in future.

Mrs. Riis. No. Our acquaintance with you is at an end.

Christensen. Thank God for that!--All I hope now is that I shall succeed
in apportioning the ridicule with some degree of justice.

Mrs. Riis. You need only publish your autobiography!

Christensen. No--I think it should rather be your family principles,
madam! They are really very quaint. And when I relate the manner in
which they are put into practice by yourselves, I rather think that
people will be quite sufficiently amused. To speak seriously for a
moment--I mean to attack your husband's reputation in private and in
public, until he quits the town. I am not the sort of man to accept a
humiliation like this without returning the compliment. (Turns to go.)

Nordan. This is shocking!

Alfred (appearing in the doorway of the house). Father!

Christensen. You here?--How ill you look, my boy! Where have you been?

Alfred. I came here at the same time as you did, and have heard
everything. Let me tell you this at once, that if you take another step
against the Riis's, I shall go round and tell every one the reason why
Miss Riis threw me over. I shall tell them exactly what it was. Oh, it
is no use looking at me with that mocking expression! I shall do it--and
at once, too.

Christensen. I think you may spare yourself the trouble. The gossip
about a broken engagement will get all over the town quicker than you
could spread it.

Nordan (going up to ALFRED). One word, my boy--do you still love her?

Alfred. Do you ask that because she has been unjust to me? Well, now I
know quite well what led to it--and inevitably led to it. I understand
now!

Christensen. And forgive her? Without anything more?

Alfred. I love her more than ever--whatever she thinks of me!

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.

Alfred. If she should ask to speak to me, will you tell her I am here? I
shall stay here till she does.

Mrs. Riis. But what is the use of that?

Alfred. Well, that will be our affair. I know she wants to speak to me,
just as much as I do to her. Only tell her I am here! That is all I ask.
(Goes away into the farther part of the garden.)

Nordan. He does not know what he is talking about.

Mrs. Riis. Dear Dr. Nordan, let us go! I am so frightened.

Nordan. Not more than I am, I think.--So she knows it now, does she!
(They go out.)


SCENE II

(SCENE.--The same as in Acts I. and II. SVAVA comes into the room slowly
and looks round; then goes to the door and looks round outside the
house, then comes in again. As she turns back, she sees NORDAN standing
in the doorway.)

Svava. You!--Oh, Uncle Nordan! (Sobs.)

Nordan. My child! My dear child! Calm yourself!

Svava. But haven't you seen mother? She said she had gone across to see
you.

Nordan. Yes, she is coming directly. But look here--suppose you and I
go for a good long walk together, instead of talking to your mother or
anyone? Along quiet walk? Eh?

Svava. I can't.

Nordan. Why?

Svava. Because I must make an end of all this.

Nordan. What do you mean?

Svava (without answering his question). Uncle--?

Nordan. Yes?

Svava. Does Alfred know this?--Did he know it before?

Nordan. Yes.

Svava. Of course every one knew it except me. Oh, how I wish I could
hide myself away from every one! I will, too. I see the real state of
things now for the first time. I have been like a child trying to push a
mountain away with its two hands--and they have all been standing round,
laughing at me, of course. But let me speak to Alfred!

Nordan. To Alfred?

Svava. I behaved so wrongly yesterday. I ought never to have gone into
the room--but you gave me no choice when you came to me. I went with you
almost unconsciously.

Nordan. I suppose it was thinking of your father--of what I told you
about him--that made you--

Svava. I did not understand all at once. But, when I was by myself, it
all flashed across me--mother's strange uneasiness--father's threats
about leaving the country--all sorts of expressions, and signs--lots
and lots of things I had never understood and never even thought twice
about! I chased them out of my mind, but back they came!--back and back
again! It seemed to paralyse me. And when you took me by the arm and
said: "Now you must go in!"--I hardly had strength to think. Everything
seemed to be going round and round.

Nordan. Yes, I made a regular mess of it--both on that occasion and the
time before.

Svava. No, it was all quite right--quite right! We certainly went a
little off the lines, it is true. I must speak to Alfred; the matter
must not rest as it is. But, except for that, it was all quite right.
And now I have got to make an end of it all.

Nordan. What do you mean?

Svava. Where is mother?

Nordan. My dear girl, you ought not to try and do anything to-day. I
should advise you not to speak to anybody. If you do--well, I don't know
what may happen.

Svava. But I know.--Oh, it is no use talking to me like that! You think
I am simply a bundle of nerves to-day. And it is quite true--I am. But
if you try to thwart me it will only make me worse.

Nordan. I am not trying to thwart you at all. I only--

Svava. Yes, yes, I know.--Where is mother, then? And you must bring
Alfred here. I cannot go to him, can I? Or do you think he has too much
pride to come, after what happened yesterday? Oh, no, he is not like
that! Tell him he must not be proud with one who is so humiliated.
(Bursts into tears.)

Nordan. But do you think you are able for it?

Svava. You don't know how much I can stand! Anyway, I must get done with
it all, quickly. It has lasted long enough.

Nordan. Then shall I ask your mother--?

Svava. Yes!--and will you ask Alfred?

Nordan. Presently, yes. And if you should--

Svava. No, there is no "if" about it!

Nordan.--if you should want me, I won't go away till you are "done with
it all," as you say. (SVAVA goes up to him and embraces him. He goes
out. After a short pause MRS. RIIS comes in.)

Mrs. Riis (going to SVAVA). My child! (Stops.)

Svava. No, mother, I cannot come near you. Besides, I am trembling all
over. And you don't understand what it is? It has not dawned upon you
that you cannot treat me like this?

Mrs. Riis. Treat you like this, Svava? What do you mean?

Svava. Good heavens, mother!--letting me live here day after day, year
after year, without letting me know what I was living with? Allowing me
to preach the strictest principles, from a house like ours? What will
people say of us, now that everything will be known!

Mrs. Riis. Surely you would not have wished me to tell my child that--

Svava. Not while I was a child. But when I had grown up, yes--under any
circumstances! I ought to have been allowed the choice whether I would
live at home under such conditions or not! I ought to have been allowed
to know what every one else knew--or what they may get to know at any
moment.

Mrs. Riis. I have never looked at it in that light.

Svava. Never looked at it in that light? Mother!

Mrs. Riis. Never!--To shield you and have peace in our home while you
were a child, and peace afterwards in your studies, your interests and
your pleasures--for you are not like other girls, you know, Svava--to
ensure this, I have been almost incredibly careful that no hint of this
should come to your ears. I believed that to be my duty. You have no
conception what I have stooped to--for your sake, my child.

Svava. But you had no right to do it, mother!

Mrs. Riis. No right?--

Svava. No! To degrade yourself for my sake was to degrade me too.

Mrs. Riis (with emotion). Oh, my God--!

Svava. I do not reproach you for anything, mother! I would not do that
for the world--my dear mother! I am only so infinitely distressed and
appalled at the thought of your having to go about carrying such a
secret with you! Never able to be your real self with me for a moment!
Always hiding something! And to have to listen to my praises of what
so little deserved praise--to see me putting my faith in him, caressing
him--oh, mother, mother!

Mrs. Riis. Yes, dear, I felt that myself--many and many a time. But
I felt that I dared not tell you. It was wrong--so very wrong! I
understand that now! But would you have had me leave him at once, as
soon as I knew of it myself?

Svava. I cannot take upon myself to say. You decided that for yourself.
Each one must decide that for herself--according to the measure of her
love and her strength. But when the thing went on after I was grown
up--! Naturally that was why I made a second mistake. I had been brought
up to make mistakes, you see. (RIIS is heard outside the window, humming
a tune.)

Mrs. Riis. Good heavens, there he is! (RIIS is seen passing the
left-hand window. When he reaches the door, however, he stops and, with
the words, "Oh, by the bye!" turns back and goes hurriedly out.)

Mrs. Riis. You look quite changed, my child! Svava, you frighten me!
Surely you are not going to--?

Svava. What is it that is in your mind, mother?

Mrs. Riis. The thought that, as I have endured so much for your sake,
you might make up your mind to endure a little for mine.

Svava. A little of this? No, not for a moment!

Mrs. Riis. But what are you going to do?

Svava. Go away from here at once, of course.

Mrs. Riis (with a cry). Then I shall go with you!

Svava. You? Away from father?

Mrs. Riis. It has been for your sake that I have stayed with him. I
won't stay here a day without you!--Ah, you don't want me with you!

Svava. Mother, dear--I must have time to accustom myself to the changed
state of things. You have quite changed in my eyes too, you see. I have
been mistaken in you, and I must get accustomed to that idea. I must be
alone!--Oh, don't look so unhappy, dear!

Mrs. Riis. And this is the end of it all--this is the end of it!

Svava. I cannot act otherwise, dear. I must go away now to my
Kindergartens and give up my life entirely to that work. I must, I must!
If I cannot be alone there, I must go farther afield.

Mrs. Riis. This is the cruellest part of it all--the cruellest part!
Listen, is that--? Yes, it is he. Do not say anything now! For my sake
say nothing now; I cannot bear anything more on the top of this!--Try
to be friendly to him! Svava--do you hear me! (RIIS comes back, still
humming a tune; this time he has his overcoat over his arm. SVAVA comes
hurriedly forward, and after a moment's hesitation sits down with her
back half turned to him, and tries to busy herself with something. RIIS
puts down his overcoat. He is in court dress and wears the Order of St.
Olaf.)

Riis. Good morning, ladies! Good morning!

Mrs. Riis. Good morning!

Riis. Here is the latest great piece of news for you: Who do you think
drove me from the palace? Christensen!

Mrs. Riis. Really?

Riis. Yes! Our wrathful friend of yesterday! Yes! He and one of my
fellow-directors. I was one of the first persons he greeted when he got
to the palace. He introduced me to people, chatted with me--paid me the
most marked attention!

Mrs. Riis. You don't mean it?

Riis. Consequently nothing really happened here yesterday! No gloves
were thrown about at all, least of all in his eldest son's face!
Christensen, the worthy knight of to-day's making, feels the necessity
for peace! We ended by drinking a bottle of champagne at my brother's.

Mrs. Riis. How amusing!

Riis. Therefore, ladies--smiles, if you please! Nothing has happened
here, absolutely nothing! We begin again with an absolutely clean slate,
without a smear upon it!

Mrs. Riis. What a piece of luck!

Riis. Yes, isn't it! That rather violent outburst of our daughter's has
unburdened her mind and cleared the ideas in other people's heads. The
general atmosphere is agreeably clear, not to say favourable.

Mrs. Riis. And what was it like at the palace?

Riis. Well, I can tell you this--when I looked round at our batch of
new-fledged knights, it did not exactly impress me that it is virtue
that is rewarded in this world of ours. However, we were all confronted
with an alarmingly solemn document. It was about something we swore to
preserve--I fancy it was the State--or perhaps the Church--I am really
not sure, because I didn't read it. They all signed it!

Mrs. Riis. You, as well?

Riis. I, as well. Do you suppose I was going to be left out of such good
company? Up at those exalted heights one obtains a happier and freer
outlook upon life. We were all friends up there. People came up and
congratulated me--and after a bit I wasn't sure whether it was on my
daughter's account or on my own; and, what is more, I never knew I had
so many friends in the town, let alone at Court! But in such brilliant
company and such an atmosphere of praises and compliments and general
amiability, one was not inclined to be particular! And there were only
men present! You know--you ladies must excuse me--there is sometimes
a peculiar charm in being only with men, especially on great occasions
like that. Conversation becomes more pointed, more actual, more
robust--and laughter more full of zest. Men seem to understand one
another almost without the need of words.

Mrs. Riis. I suppose you are feeling very happy to-day, then?

Riis. I should think I am!--and I only wish every one were the same! I
daresay life might be better than it is; but, as I saw it under those
circumstances from those exalted heights, it might also be much worse.
And, as for us men--oh, well, we have our faults, no doubt, but we are
very good company for all that. It would be a dull world without us, I
am sure. Let us take life as it comes, my dear Svava! (Comes nearer
to her. She gets up.) What is the matter? Are you still in a bad
temper?--when you have had the pleasure of boxing his ears with your own
gloves, before the whole family circle? What more can you reasonably
ask of life? I should say you ought to have a good laugh over it!--Or is
there something up? What? Come, what is the matter now?

Mrs. Riis. The fact is--

Riis. Well, the fact is--?

Mrs. Riis. The fact is that Alfred will be here in a moment.

Riis. Alfred here? In a moment? Hurrah! I quite understand! But why
didn't you tell me so at once?

Mrs. Riis. You have talked the whole time since you came in.

Riis. I do believe I have!--Well, if you are going to take it seriously,
my dear Svava, perhaps you will allow your "knightly" father to take it
lightly? The whole thing amuses me so tremendously. I was put into good
spirits to-day the moment I saw, from Christensen's face, that there
was nothing in the wind. And so Alfred is coming here directly! Then I
understand everything. Hurrah, once more! I assure you that is the best
of all the good things that have happened to-day. I really think I must
play a festal overture till he comes! (Goes towards the piano, singing.)

Mrs. Riis. No, no, dear! Do you hear? No, no! (RIIS plays on, without
listening to hey, till she goes up to him, and stops him, pointing to
SVAVA.)

Svava. Oh, let him play, mother--let him play! It is the innocent
gaiety that I have admired since I was a child! (Bursts into tears, but
collects herself.) How hateful! How horrible!

Riis. My dear child, you look as if you wanted to be throwing down
gauntlets to-day too! Isn't that all done with?

Svava. No, indeed it is not!

Riis. You shall have the loan of my gloves, if you haven't--

Mrs. Riis. Oh, don't say those things to her!

Svava. Oh, yes, let him! Let him mock at us, mother dear! A man of his
moral earnestness has the right to mock at us!

Riis. What are you talking about? Does it show a lack of moral
earnestness not to be in love with old maids and sour-faced virtue?

Svava. Father, you are--

Mrs. Riis. No, Svava!

Riis. Oh, let her say what she wants! It is something quite new to see
a well-brought-up girl throw her gloves in her fiance's face and
accusations in her father's! Especially when it is all done in the name
of morality!

Svava. Don't talk about morality! Or go and talk to Mrs. North about it!

Riis. Mrs.--Mrs.--? What has she to do with--?

Svava. Be quiet! I know everything! You have--

Mrs. Riis. Svava!

Svava. Ah, yes-for mother's sake I won't go on. But, when I threw down
my much discussed gauntlet yesterday, I knew about it then. That was why
I did it! It was a protest against everything of the kind, against
its beginning and its continuation, against him and against you!
I understood--then--your pious zeal in the matter, and the show of
scandalised morality you allowed mother to be a witness of!

Mrs. Riis. Svava!

Svava. I understand now, for the first time, what your consideration,
your politeness to mother--which I have so often admired--all meant!
Your fun, your good temper, your care of your appearance!--Oh, I never
can believe in anything any more! It is horrible, horrible!

Mrs. Riis. Svava, dear!

Svava. All life seems to have become unclean for me! My nearest and
dearest all soiled and smirched! That is why, ever since yesterday,
I have had the feeling of being an outcast; and that is what I am--an
outcast from all that I prized and reverenced--and that without my
having done the slightest thing to deserve it. Even so, it is not the
pain of it that I feel most deeply; it is the humiliation, the shame.
All that I have so often said must seem now to be nothing but empty
words--all that I have done myself must seem of no account--and this
without its being my fault! For it is your fault! I thought, too, that
I knew something about life; but there was more for me to learn! I see
that you wanted me to give way to such an extent that I should end
by acquiescing in it. I understand now, for the first time, what your
teaching meant--and the things that you invoked mother and heaven to
witness. But it is of no use! I can tell you that it is about as much
as one can stand, to have the thoughts I have had yesterday--last
night--to-day. However, it is once and for all; after this, nothing can
ever take me by surprise again. To think that any man could have the
heart to let his child have such an experience!

Mrs. Riis. Svava--look at your father!

Svava. Yes--but if you think what I am saying now is hard, remember what
I said to you before I knew this--no longer ago than yesterday morning.
That will give you some idea of how I believed in you, father--and some
idea of what I am feeling now! Oh--!

Riis. Svava!

Svava. You have ruined my home for me! Almost every other hour in it has
been corrupted--and I cannot face a future like that.

Riis and Mrs. Riis (together). But, Svava--!

Svava. No, I cannot! My faith in you is destroyed--so that I can never
think of this as a home again. It makes me feel as if I were merely
living with you as a lodger--from yesterday onwards, merely a lodger in
the house.

Riis. Don't say that! My child!

Svava. Yes, I am your child. It only needed you to say it like that, for
me to feel it deeply. To think of all the experiences we two have
had together--all the happy times we have had on our travels, in our
amusements--and then to think that I can never look back on them again,
never take them up again! That is why I cannot stay here.

Riis. You cannot stay here!

Svava. It would remind me of everything too painfully. I should see
everything in a distorted light.

Mrs. Riis. But you will see that you cannot bear to go away, either!

Riis. But--I can go!

Mrs Riis. You?

Riis. Yes, and your mother and you stay here?--Oh, Svava--!

Svava. No, I cannot accept that--come what may!

Riis. Do not say any more! Svava, I entreat you! Do not make me too
utterly miserable! Remember that never, until to-day--I never thought
to make you--. If you cannot bear to be with me any more--if you
cannot--then let me go away! It is I that am to blame, I know. Listen,
Svava! It must be I, not you! You must stay here!

Mrs. Riis (listening). Good heavens, there is Alfred!

Riis. Alfred! (A pause. ALFRED appears in the doorway.)

Alfred (after a moment). Perhaps I had better go away again?

Riis (to ALFRED). Go away again?--Go away again, did you say?--No, not
on any account! No!--No, you could not have come at a more fortunate
moment! My boy, my dear boy! Thank you!

Mrs. Riis (to SVAVA). Would you rather be alone--?

Svava. No, no, no!

Riis. You want to speak to Svava, don't you? I think it will be best
for me to leave you together. You need to talk things over frankly with
her--to be alone--naturally! You will excuse me, then, if I leave you,
won't you? I have something very important to do in town, so you will
excuse me! I must hurry and change my clothes--so please excuse me!
(Goes into his room.)

Alfred. Oh, but I can come some other time.

Mrs. Riis. But I expect you would like to talk to her now?

Alfred. It is no question of what I would like. I see--and I heard Dr.
Nordan say--that Miss Riis is quite worn out. But I felt it my duty, all
the same, to call.

Svava. And I thank you for doing so! It is more--far more--than I have
deserved. But I want to tell you at once that what happened yesterday--I
mean, the form my behaviour took yesterday--was due to the fact that,
only an hour before then, something had come to my knowledge that I had
never known before. And that was mixed up with it. (She can scarcely
conceal her emotion.)

Alfred. I knew that to-day you would be regretting what happened
yesterday--you are so good. And that was my only hope of seeing you
again.

Riis (coming out of his room partly dressed to go out). Does any one
want anything done in town? If so, I shall be happy to see to it! It
has occurred to me that perhaps these ladies would like to go away for a
little trip somewhere--what do you two say to that? When one's thoughts
are beginning to get a little--what shall I call it?--a little too much
for one, or perhaps I should rather say a trifle too serious, it is
often a wonderful diversion to go away for a little change. I have often
found it so myself--often, I assure you! Just think it over, won't you?
I could see about making plans for you at once, if you think so--eh?
Well, then, good-bye for the present! And--think it over! I think myself
it is such an excellent plan! (Goes out. SVAVA looks at her mother with
a smile, and hides her face in her hands.)

Mrs. Riis. I must go away for a few minutes and--

Svava. Mother!

Mrs. Riis. I really must, dear! I must collect my thoughts. This has
been too much for me. I shall not go farther away than into my room
there (pointing to the room on the left). And I will come back directly.
(SVAVA throws herself into a chair by the table, overcome by her
emotion.)

Alfred. It looks as if we two were to have to settle this matter, after
all.

Svava. Yes.

Alfred. I daresay that you will understand that since yesterday I have
done nothing else but invent speeches to make to you--but now I do not
feel as if it had been of much use.

Svava. It was good of you to come.

Alfred. But you must let me make one request of you, and that from my
heart: Wait for me! Because I know now what will show me the way to your
heart. We had planned out our life together, you and I; and, although I
shall do it alone, I shall carry out our plans unfalteringly. And then
perhaps, some day, when you see how faithful I have been--. I know I
ought not to worry you, least of all to-day. But give me an answer! You
need scarcely say anything--but just give me an answer!

Svava. But what for?

Alfred. I must have it to live on--and the more difficult the prize
is to attain, the better worth living will life be to me. Give me an
answer!

Svava (tries to speak, but bursts into tears). Ah, you see how
everything upsets me to-day. I cannot. Besides, what do you want me to
do? To wait? What would that mean? It would mean being ready and yet
not ready; trying to forget and yet always having it before my mind. (Is
overcome again by her emotion.) No!

Alfred. I see you need to be alone. But I cannot bring myself to go
away. (SVAVA gets up, and tries to regain control over herself. ALFRED
goes to her and throws himself on his knees beside her.) Give me just
one word.

Svava. But do you not understand that if you could give me back once
more the happiness that complete trust gives--do you think I should wait
for you to ask anything of me then? No, I should go to you and thank you
on my knees. Can you doubt that for a moment?

Alfred. No, no!

Svava. But I have not got it.

Alfred. Svava!

Svava. Oh, please--!

Alfred. Good-bye--good-bye! But I shall see you again some day? I shall
see you again? (Turns to go, but stops at the door.) I must have a
sign--something definite to take with me! Stretch out a hand to me! (At
these words SVAVA turns to him and stretches out both her hands to him.
He goes out. MRS. RIIS comes in from her room.)

Mrs. Riis. Did you promise him anything?

Svava. I think so. (Throws herself into her mother's arms.)






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