Svava. But what has that to do with me?
Hoff. Just this much, that if I had been an ordinary stay-at-home man, a great many things would not have happened.
Svava. What would not have happened?
Hoff (taking a large pocket-book out of his docket, and extracting a letter from it). Will you condescend to read this? Or perhaps you would rather not?
Svava. How can I tell?
Hoff. Of course, you must first—Allow me. (Gives her the letter.)
Svava (reading). "To-night between ten and eleven that is to say, if the booby has not come home. I love you so dearly! Put a light in the hall window."
Hoff. "The booby" is me.
Svava. But I don't understand—?
Hoff. Here is another.