Aagot. You know, dear, that if any one sings your praises, that is enough to make me their friend at once. And when, to crown all, this man did it who had behaved so unjustly to you, you can well believe that I went about singing for joy all day. That was the beginning of it—
Leonarda. Yes, tell me the whole story.
Aagot. That would be simply impossible, aunt! It would take me days!—But I can tell you this, that I had no idea what it was that was upsetting my nerves in such a manner.
Leonarda. If you felt like that, why did you not come away?
Aagot. That was just what I did! But that was also just what made the whole thing happen!
Leonarda. How? Try and tell me a little more calmly and consecutively!
Aagot. Thank you, aunt! It is good of you to listen to me! Good heavens, how I—. (Bursts into tears.)
Leonarda. There—there! Tell me all about it from beginning to end.
Aagot. Yes—I was quite feverish for about a week—I thought I was ill—and the others kept asking what was the matter with me. And really I didn't know. There is a whole heap of things I could tell you about those few days—but you wouldn't be able to understand.
Leonarda. Yes, I should.