Berent. And now will you unlock the door for me?
Tjaelde (getting up). Ah, of course. Excuse me!
Berent (taking his hat and coat). Won't you call your wife now?
Tjaelde. No. I must have a little time first. I have the worst part of it before me now.
Berent. I believe you have, and that is just why—. (Takes hold of the bell-pull and rings the bell.)
Tjaelde. What are you doing?
Berent. I want, before I go, to be sure of your wife's coming to you.
Tjaelde. You should not have done that! (An office-boy comes in. BERENT looks at TJAELDE.) Ask your mistress—ask my wife to come to me.
Berent. At once, please. (The boy goes out.) Good-bye! (Goes out. TJAELDE sinks down on to a chair by the door.)
[The Curtain falls.]