Nordan. When all of a sudden they fall madly in love with one another, what are you to do?
Christensen. Oh, rake up all sorts of stories and exaggerations—create a scandal!
Nordan. Indeed, I must confess—what as a matter of fact I have said—that I have become accustomed to things not being exactly as they should be in that respect. I looked upon these young people's engagement in the same light as I have looked on others—on most others—that is cruel to say, as a lottery. It might turn out well; on the other hand it might turn out very badly.
Mrs. Riis. And you were willing to risk my daughter, whom you are so fond of—for I know you are fond of her—in a lottery? Could one possibly have a clearer proof of the real state of things?
Nordan. Yes, certainly! You yourself, Mrs. Riis—what did you do?
Mrs. Riis. I—?
Christensen. Bravo!
Nordan. You knew what Hoff had said—and more too. (CHRISTENSEN laughs quietly.) Nevertheless you helped your husband, if not actually to try and get her to overlook it, at all events to smooth things over.
Christensen. Bravo!
Nordan. And you called in my help to induce her to take time to think it over.