Mrs. Riis. Oh, don't say those things to her!
Svava. Oh, yes, let him! Let him mock at us, mother dear! A man of his moral earnestness has the right to mock at us!
Riis. What are you talking about? Does it show a lack of moral earnestness not to be in love with old maids and sour-faced virtue?
Svava. Father, you are—
Mrs. Riis. No, Svava!
Riis. Oh, let her say what she wants! It is something quite new to see a well-brought-up girl throw her gloves in her fiancé's face and accusations in her father's! Especially when it is all done in the name of morality!
Svava. Don't talk about morality! Or go and talk to Mrs. North about it!
Riis. Mrs.—Mrs.—? What has she to do with—?
Svava. Be quiet! I know everything! You have—
Mrs. Riis. Svava!