Mother. Good gracious, Laura, do you mean that you—
Laura. No, I didn't mean anything.
Mother. Laura, are you trying to conceal something?
Father. And from us? (Gets up.) Are things as bad as that?
Laura. I assure you, dear people, it is nothing; it is only—
Father and Mother (together). Only—?
Laura. No, no, it is nothing—only you frighten me so.
Father and Mother (together). She is crying!
Mathilde. She is crying!
Father. Now, sir—why is she crying?