JORGHEN. [Rises and helps her to her feet] What is it, girl?—Tell me! [in a lower voice] A child?
AGDA. He had given me his promise.
JORGHEN. [Genuinely moved] Poor woman!
AGDA watches him closely.
JORGHEN. Misery, always misery, wherever love gets in its work!
AGDA. And you don't despise me?
JORGHEN. I pity you, as I pity all of us.
AGDA. Can you see now that good exists?
JORGHEN. Where?
AGDA. Within yourself.