Hans. Your horse is saddled, madam, and the General is coming up the avenue.
Leonarda. Very well. (HANS goes out.) Have you taken to drink, Pedersen?
Pedersen. No, madam.
Leonarda. That wouldn't be like you. But what is it? You look quite changed.—Pedersen! I believe I know! I saw you rowing back across the river last night, from the summer-house in the wood. Are you in love? (PEDERSEN turns away.) So that is it. And crossed in love? (She goes up to him, puts her hand on his shoulder and stands with her back turned to the audience, as he does.) Are you engaged to her?
Pedersen. Yes.
Leonarda. Then she is not treating you well? She is not true to you? (Stoops and looks into his face.) And you love her in spite of it? (Moves away from him.) Then you are a weak man, Pedersen. We cannot possibly love those who are false to us. (Draws on one of her gloves.) We may suffer horribly for a while; but love them—no!
Pedersen (still turning away from her). It is easy for those to talk who have not experienced it.
Leonarda. Experienced it?—You never can tell that. Come to me this evening at seven o'clock.
Pedersen. Yes, madam.
Leonarda. I will talk things over with you then. We will go for a stroll together.