Pedersen. Thank you, madam.
Leonarda. I believe I may be able to help you in your trouble, Pedersen. That is all right—don't think any more about the bricks, or of what I said. Forgive me! (Holds out her hand to him.)
Pedersen (grasping her hand). Oh, madam!
[Enter GENERAL ROSEN.]
Rosen. Good morning! (PEDERSEN crosses the room.) Bless my soul, Pedersen, you look like a pat of melting butter! (PEDERSEN goes out. ROSEN turns to LEONARDA.) Have you been playing father confessor so early in the morning, and on such a fine day too? That is too bad.—By the way, have you heard from Aagot?
Leonarda (putting on her hat). No, I don't know what has come over the child. It is close on a fortnight since—
Rosen. She is enjoying herself. I remember when I was enjoying myself I never used to write letters.
Leonarda (looking at him). You were enjoying yourself last night, I rather think?
Rosen. Do I show it? Dear, dear! I thought that after a bath and a ride—
Leonarda. This sort of thing cannot go on!