Svava. Where is mother?
Nordan. My dear girl, you ought not to try and do anything to-day. I should advise you not to speak to anybody. If you do—well, I don't know what may happen.
Svava. But I know.—Oh, it is no use talking to me like that! You think I am simply a bundle of nerves to-day. And it is quite true—I am. But if you try to thwart me it will only make me worse.
Nordan. I am not trying to thwart you at all. I only—
Svava. Yes, yes, I know.—Where is mother, then? And you must bring Alfred here. I cannot go to him, can I? Or do you think he has too much pride to come, after what happened yesterday? Oh, no, he is not like that! Tell him he must not be proud with one who is so humiliated. (Bursts into tears.)
Nordan. But do you think you are able for it?
Svava. You don't know how much I can stand! Anyway, I must get done with it all, quickly. It has lasted long enough.
Nordan. Then shall I ask your mother—?
Svava. Yes!—and will you ask Alfred?
Nordan. Presently, yes. And if you should—