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.