MATS. [Looking more closely at KERSTI] She reminds me of somebody!
BRITA. Look well!
MATS. I don't know her.
BRITA. Grant God you never had!
MATS. The eyes are different.... But the mouth—that sweet mouth—and the little chin.... No, it is not she! [He turns away from KERSTI and catches sight of the open trap-door] What's that? You are standing here as if it were a grave....
BRITA. It is a grave!
MATS. Of what?
BRITA. Of everything—everything that made your life worth while!
MATS. That means the little one!—Who did it?
BRITA. [Pointing to KERSTI] She, and she, and she!