Mrs. Tjaelde. (thoughtfully). Now, what can I order for dinner?
(VALBORG comes into sight on the verandah.)
Signe (turning round and seeing VALBORG). Enter Her Highness!
Hamar (turning round). Carrying a bouquet! Oho! I have seen it before!
Signe. Have you? Did you give it her?
Hamar. No; I was coming through the garden—and saw it on the table in Valborg's summerhouse. Is it your birthday, Valborg?
Valborg. No.
Hamar. I thought not. Perhaps there is some other festivity to-day?
Valborg. No. (SIGNE suddenly bursts out laughing.)
Hamar. Why do you laugh?