Svava. What is it that is in your mind, mother?
Mrs. Riis. The thought that, as I have endured so much for your sake, you might make up your mind to endure a little for mine.
Svava. A little of this? No, not for a moment!
Mrs. Riis. But what are you going to do?
Svava. Go away from here at once, of course.
Mrs. Riis (with a cry). Then I shall go with you!
Svava. You? Away from father?
Mrs. Riis. It has been for your sake that I have stayed with him. I won't stay here a day without you!—Ah, you don't want me with you!
Svava. Mother, dear—I must have time to accustom myself to the changed state of things. You have quite changed in my eyes too, you see. I have been mistaken in you, and I must get accustomed to that idea. I must be alone!—Oh, don't look so unhappy, dear!
Mrs. Riis. And this is the end of it all—this is the end of it!