Leonarda. I only want to entrust to your lordship a deed of gift of my property here.
Bishop. In favour of your niece?
Leonarda. Yes, for Aagot. She shall have everything.
Bishop. But last time, Mrs. Falk, you said—
Leonarda. Oh, I have enough for my journey. Later on I shall want nothing; I can provide for myself.
Bishop. But what about Aagot? Will you not wait until she comes home?
Leonarda. She came home to-day. She is resting now. But I have sent back my carriage to bring her here immediately. I want to ask you to take her in—I know no one else—and to comfort her—
Bishop. Indeed I will, Mrs. Falk. I understand what this must cost you.
Leonarda. And will you try—to—to bring those two together again?
Bishop. But they don't love each other!