Leonarda. Thank you. It is over now.
Aagot. But what was it, aunt?
Leonarda. It was something, dear—something that comes over one sometimes at the change of the year.
[Curtain.]
(The interval between this act and the next should be very short.)
ACT IV
(SCENE.—A room in the BISHOP'S house, the same evening. The lights are lit. The BISHOP comes in with LEONARDA, who is in travelling dress, with a shawl over her arm and a bag in her hand. The BISHOP makes a movement as though to relieve her of them, but she puts them down herself.)
Leonarda. Your lordship must excuse me for troubling you so late as this; but the reason of it is something over which I have no control.—-Is your nephew here?
Bishop. No, but I expect him. He has been here twice this afternoon already to see me, but I was out.
Leonarda. I will make haste then, and do what I have to do before he comes.