Mother. Hadn't you noticed it?
Father. Ah, well—what one sees every day, one is apt to think every one knows all about—isn't that it, little girl? That is the explanation, isn't it?
Mother. And Axel has given you all this by his own exertions! Aren't you proud of that?
Father (clapping her on the back). Of course she is, but it was never Laura's way to say much about her feelings; although this is really something so—
Mother (laughing). Her letters lately have been nothing but dissertations upon love.
Laura. Mother—!
Mother. Oh, I am going to tell! But you have a good husband, Laura.
Laura. Mother—!
Mother (in a lower voice). You have paid him some little attentions in return, of course?—given him something, or—
Father (pushing in between them). Worked something for him, eh?