Tjaelde. Good!
Mrs. Tjaelde. Will you have a cup of tea?
Tjaelde. No, thank you.
Mrs. Tjaelde. (sitting down beside him and pouring him out a glass of wine). And how have things gone with the Möllers?
Tjaelde. Badly. I told you so already.
Mrs. Tjaelde. I didn't hear you.
Valborg. I had a letter to-day from Nanna Möller. She tells me all about it—how none of the family knew anything about it till the officers of the courts came.
Tjaelde. Yes, there must have been a dreadful scene.
Mrs. Tjaelde. Did he tell you anything about it?
Tjaelde (as he eats). I didn't speak to him.