Aagot. No, I am only telling the truth!
Leonarda (earnestly, and lowering her voice). Angry words, Aagot? You, who have seen into the bottom of his heart in quiet sacred moments! You who know how true, how steadfast he is! He is different from other men, Aagot—
Aagot (drawing away from her). Stop! stop! You don't see!
Leonarda. You are out of your senses, my child! Your behaviour is disgracing us.
Aagot. The greatest disgrace is his, then—because it is not me he loves! (Bursts into tears and rushes to the back of the room.)
Bishop (to HAGBART, in a low voice). I hope now you will go away for a little while.
Hagbart. Yes.
Bishop. Come away, then. (Goes out to the left, HAGBART follows him.)
Aagot (coming forward to LEONARDA). Can you forgive me?
Leonarda. Let us go home.