Mother. You will shudder when you see who they are.
Christine. It is better to shudder than to be tormented by this horrible calm.
Mother. Don't pray for the cloud to flash forth lightning: it may destroy you!
Christine. You frighten me! But tell me the truth—I must know—or I shall ask some one else.
Mother. Are you firm in your decision to withdraw within the sacred walls of the convent?
Christine. My father wishes it.
Mother. You hesitate? (Christine does not answer.) There is some tie that holds you back.
Christine. You know?
Mother. I know, and tell you to break it!
Christine. It will soon be impossible.