Christensen. Dear me!
Riis. What does it mean? (Turns to go and fetch her.)
Nordan. No, no! Do not you go!
Mrs. Riis. I expect I had better go—
Riis. Yes, you go!
Nordan. No, I will go. I am afraid I am responsible for—. (As he goes) I'll answer for it I will bring her back!
Christensen. Dear me!
Mrs. Christensen (getting up). I am afraid, my dear Mrs. Riis, we have come at an inconvenient time for your daughter?
Riis. Ah, you must be lenient with her! I assure you it is these high-flown ideas—this reading, that her mother has not been nearly firm enough in keeping her from.
Mrs. Riis. I? What are you talking about?