Olof. I asked you not to come here.
Christine. I thought I might be of some use, but I see now—Another time I shall stay at home.
Olof. You have been awake all night?
Christine. That is nothing! I will go now if you tell me to!
Olof. Go in there and rest a little while we talk. (Christine begins absentmindedly to extinguish the candles.)
Olof. What are you doing, dear?
Christine. Why, it is full daylight.
(Lars gives Olof a significant glance.)
Olof. My mother is dead, Christine.
Christine (as she goes to Olof to let him kiss her on the forehead, the look on her face is compassionate but cold). I am sorry for your loss. [Exit Christine.]