Mother. But an idea we must take an interest in. He is our child's husband now, remember. What do you want to be, my boy? Member of Parliament?
Axel. No; but my uncle, who has about the largest legal practice in these parts, offered long ago to hand it over to me.
Mother. But you wouldn't be able to look after it from here, would you, Axel?
Father (at the door). A ridiculous idea!—Come back to breakfast. (Turns to go.)
Mother. That is true, isn't it? You couldn't look after it from here?
Axel. No; but I can move into town.
All. Move into town? (A pause. The FATHER turns back from the door.)
Father. That is still more impossible, of course.
Mother. There must be something at the bottom of this. Is anything worrying you? (Lowering her voice.) Are you in debt?
Axel. No, thanks to the kindness of you two. You have freed me from that.