Mother. We are at home again! This is our own room over again!
Father (in astonishment). Upon my word—!
Mother. The carpet, the curtains, the furniture, everything—even down to their arrangement in the room! (Goes across to AXEL and takes his hand.) A more touching proof of your love for her we could never have had! (To the FATHER.) Isn't that so?
Father (struggling with his astonishment). Yes, I must say—
Mother. And you never wrote us a single word about this, Laura?
Mathilde. It is not only this room, but the whole house is arranged like yours as far as possible.
Mother. The whole house! Is it possible!
Father. It is the most charming way of giving pleasure to a young wife that I ever heard of!
Mother. I am so astonished, Laura, at your never having mentioned a word of all this in your letters.
Father. Never a word of it!