Mrs. Riis. There was not much display.
Nordan. No, the Christensens' parties are never very luxurious. But I suppose there were a lot of people?
Mrs. Riis. I have never seen so many at a private entertainment.
Nordan. Is Svava up?
Mrs. Riis. She is out bathing.
Nordan. Already? Did you come home early, then?
Mrs. Riis. At about twelve, I think. Svava wanted to come home. My husband was late, I think.
Nordan. The card tables. She looked radiant, I suppose, eh?
Mrs. Riis. Why didn't you come?
Nordan. I never go to betrothal parties, and I never go to Weddings—never! I can't bear the sight of the poor victims in their veils and wreaths.