Signe. You think you know all about it, anyway.
Valborg. Oh, no; but you can easily get to know a little about anything you are fond of.
Hamar. And one would need no great knowledge of business to condemn the way Möller went on. It was obvious to every one. And the way his family went on, too! Who went the pace as much as the Möllers? Think of his daughter's toilettes!
Valborg. His daughter is my best friend. I don't want to hear her abused.
Hamar. Your Highness will admit that it is possible to be the daughter of a very rich man without being as proud and as vain as—as the lady I am not allowed to mention!
Valborg. Nanna is neither proud nor vain. She is absolutely genuine. She had the aptitude for being exactly what she thought she was—a rich man's daughter.
Hamar. Has she the "aptitude" for being a bankrupt's daughter now?
Valborg. Certainly. She has sold all her trinkets, her dresses—every single thing she had. What she wears, she has either paid for herself or obtained by promising future payment.
Hamar. May I ask if she kept her stockings?
Valborg. She sent everything to a sale.