Mrs. Riis. She wanted to be alone yesterday. And to-day she went out early.
Nordan. Has anything happened, then?
Mrs. Riis. Yes. You told me yesterday that you had given her a hint about—her father.
Nordan. Well?
Mrs. Riis. And so I felt that it could not be concealed any longer.
Nordan. And you have—?
Mrs. Riis. I have written to her.
Nordan. Written?
Mrs. Riis. It seemed the easiest way—and we should escape talking about it. All yesterday afternoon and last night I was writing, and tearing it up, and writing again—writing—writing! It was not a long letter, when all was done, but it took it out of me.
Nordan. And has she had the letter?