Christensen. She has already gone much farther than she has any right to.
Mrs. Christensen. So Alfred thinks, too.
Christensen. Then he should have been here now, to say so. I asked him to come.
Mrs. Christensen. He is in love, and that makes a man a little timid.
Christensen. Nonsense!
Mrs. Christensen. Oh, that passes off when one is in love as often as you are. (Gets up.) Here they come!—No, not Svava.
Christensen. Is she not with them?
Mrs. Christensen. I don't see her.
Riis (appearing at the door). Here they are!
Mrs. Christensen. And your daughter too?