Leonarda. I don't know! It pursues me all day, and all through the sleepless night. (Weeps helplessly.)
Hagbart. But it has no real existence. It might, in the case of others; but not in our case—not for us.
Leonarda. I spoke in my distress, without thinking. I threw out the first thing that came into my head, to try and stop you. But it is not that—oh, God! (Sways as if half swooning.)
Hagbart (rushing to her side). Leonarda!
Leonarda. No, no! Let me be!
Hagbart. You know your love is too strong for you—will you not give way to it?
Leonarda. Hagbart, there is something about it that is not right—
Hagbart. Do you mean in the way it has come about? In Aagot's having been the means of leading me to you? Think of it, and you will see that it could not have happened otherwise.
Leonarda. Talking about it will not help me. I must see Aagot; I must speak to Aagot.
Hagbart. But you have done that! You know it is you that love me, and not she. You know it is you that I love, and not her. What more do you need?