Aagot. How hasty you could be!—Were you really cruel to him?
Leonarda. Do you mean to say you have any sympathy—with him?
Aagot. Have I any—? But, good heavens, hasn't he told you?
Leonarda. What?
Aagot. That he—that I—that we—oh, aunt, don't look so dreadfully at me!—You don't know, then?
Leonarda. No!
Aagot. Heaven help me! Aunt—!
Leonarda. You don't mean to say that you—?
Aagot. Yes, aunt.
Leonarda. With him, who—. In spite of that, you—Get away from me!