Mrs. Riis. No, thank you, dear. (They cross the room together.)
Svava. Well, then, I will run through father's song once or twice—and Alfred should be here directly. (MRS. RIIS goes out by the door on the left. SVAVA sits down at the piano. ALFRED comes in softly from the left, and bends over her shoulder so that his face comes close to hers.)
Alfred. Good morning, darling!
Svava (jumping up). Alfred! I did not hear the door!
Alfred. Because you were playing. Something very pretty, too!
Svava. I enjoyed myself so much yesterday!
Alfred. I do not believe you have any idea what an impression you made!
Svava. Just a suspicion. But you must not talk about that, because it would be most improper for me to confess it!
Alfred. Every one was singing your praises to me, and a mother and father too. We are all very happy at how, to-day.
Svava. So we are here!—What is that you have got in your hand? A letter?