Bishop. And you call that seeing daylight! Poor boy!
Hagbart. I cannot discuss it with you. You would no more understand than you did that day when you took away those books of grandmother's from me and put them in the lumber-room.
Bishop. Oh, you are bringing that up again? Well, you are at liberty to do as you please. You shall not have the right to say I have exercised any compulsion.
Hagbart. No, uncle, you are very good—to me.
Bishop. But there is a new fact to be taken into consideration. I have noticed it for some days.
Hagbart. What do you mean?
Bishop. In all this conversation we have just had, you have only mentioned Aagot's name twice, at most.
Hagbart. But we were not talking about Aagot.
Bishop. Are you not in love with her any longer?
Hagbart. Not in love with Aagot? (Laughs.) Can you ask that? Do you mean to say—?