Grandmother. Yes, just now.
Hagbart. Then something must have happened! Perhaps it was she that uncle—. (Rushes to the door, which opens, and the BISHOP comes in with AAGOT on his arm, followed by CORNELIA.) Aagot!
Aagot. Hagbart!—(Anxiously.) Is aunt not here!
Cornelia. What, grandmother here! (Goes to her.)
Bishop. My dear Aagot, your aunt entrusted this letter to me to give to you.
Hagbart. A letter—?
Grandmother. What is the matter? Let me see! (CORNELIA moves her chair nearer to the others.)
Hagbart. Read it aloud, Aagot!
Aagot (reads). "My darling. When you receive this letter I shall have—gone away. I love the man you—." (With a cry, she falls swooning. The BISHOP catches her in his arms.)
Grandmother. She has gone away?