Bishop. Yes, Hagbart, there is.
Hagbart. Why do you say that so seriously?—You look so serious—and seem agitated! Uncle! (The noise of wheels is heard outside.)
Bishop. Wait a little, my dear boy. Wait a little! (Goes out by the door at the back.)
Hagbart. Grandmother, what can it be?
Grandmother. I don't know.—But happiness is often so brief.
Hagbart. Happiness so brief? What do you mean?—Good God, grandmother, don't torture me!
Grandmother. I assure you, I know nothing about it—only—
Hagbart. Only—what?
Grandmother. While your uncle was with me, Mrs. Falk was announced.
Hagbart. Mrs. Falk? Has she been here? Just now?