Aagot. Where is Hagbart?
Bishop. He has gone out for a walk.
Aagot. It makes me boil with rage! So this was to be the price of my being received into your family—that I was to sell the one who has been a mother to me! Sell her, whom I love and honour more than all the world!
Bishop. Mrs. Falk, do you wish to continue?—or—
Aagot. Continue what? Your negotiations for the sale of my dear one? No. And if it were a question of being admitted to heaven without her, I should refuse!
Bishop. Child! Child!
Aagot. You must let me speak! I must say what is in my heart. And this, at any rate, is in it—that I hold fast to those I love, with all the strength that is in my being!
Bishop. You are young, and speak with the exaggeration of youth. But I think we should do better to put an end to this interview; it can lead to nothing.
Leonarda. Let us go.
[HAGBART appears at the door.]