Mrs. Tjaelde. My dear! Why, you are old friends!
Tjaelde. Bah! Old friends! He sat looking as if he had taken leave of his senses. Besides, I have had enough of that family. I didn't go there to hear them talk about their troubles.
Signe. I suppose it was all very sad?
Tjaelde (still eating). Shocking!
Mrs. Tjaelde. What will they have to live on?
Tjaelde. What is allowed them by their creditors, of course.
Signe. But all the things they had?
Tjaelde. Sold.
Signe. All those pretty things—their furniture, their carriages, their—?
Tjaelde. All sold.