Riis. Where to?
Nordan. That is just it—where to? She said: "They are brought up in pious ignorance, and finally the unsuspecting creatures are wrapped up in a long white veil that they shall not be able to see distinctly where they are being taken to."
Riis. Now you are talking your mythology again. Am I not to—
Nordan. Be quiet! It is your daughter that is speaking. "But I will not do that," she said. "I will enter confidently into the holy estate of matrimony, and sit down by the hearth in the land of my fathers, and bring up children in the sight of my husband. But he shall be as chaste as I; for otherwise he stains my child's head, when he kisses it, and dishonours me."—There, that is what she said, and she looked so splendid as she said it. (A ring is heard at the bell.)
Riis. They are upon us! They are upon us! What in the world is going to happen? We are in a muddle of the most preposterous theories! The whole heathen mythology is buzzing round in my head! (Hurries to the door to meet MR. and MRS. CHRISTENSEN, whom MARGIT is showing in.) I am so happy to see you!—so very happy! But your son?
Christensen. We could not get him to come with us.
Riis. I am very sorry!—At the same time, I quite understand.
Christensen. I admire the beauty of this place afresh every time I see it, my dear sir!
Mrs. Christensen. This beautiful old park! I wanted once—. Oh, good morning, doctor! How are you?
Nordan. So, so!