Bishop. Do you think there is any use in our prolonging this conversation?
[AAGOT opens the door at the back and calls from the doorway.]
Aagot. Aunt!
Leonarda. Aagot! Good heavens!
Aagot (coming forward). Aunt!
Leonarda. Then you know? (AAGOT throws herself into her arms.) My child!
Aagot. I felt sure you would be here, heaven help me!
Leonarda. Control yourself, my child!
Aagot. No, I cannot. This is too much.
Bishop. Would you ladies rather be alone?