Svava. You!—Oh, Uncle Nordan! (Sobs.)
Nordan. My child! My dear child! Calm yourself!
Svava. But haven't you seen mother? She said she had gone across to see you.
Nordan. Yes, she is coming directly. But look here—suppose you and I go for a good long walk together, instead of talking to your mother or anyone? Along quiet walk? Eh?
Svava. I can't.
Nordan. Why?
Svava. Because I must make an end of all this.
Nordan. What do you mean?
Svava (without answering his question). Uncle—?
Nordan. Yes?