Tjaelde. I wanted—. (Sees her eyes fixed on the revolver.) You are surprised at my having that out? I got it out because I am going on a journey.
Mrs. Tjaelde (supporting herself on the desk). Going on a journey?
Tjaelde. Yes. Mr. Berent has been here, as I dare say you know. (She does not answer.) Business, you know. I have to go abroad.
Mrs. Tjaelde (faintly). Abroad?
Tjaelde. Only for a few days. So I will only take my usual bag with a change of clothes and one or two shirts; but I must have it at once.
Mrs. Tjaelde. I don't think your bag has been unpacked since you brought it home to-day.
Tjaelde. So much the better. Will you get it for me?
Mrs. Tjaelde. Are you going away now—at once?
Tjaelde. Yes, by the foreign boat—from the outer harbour.
Mrs. Tjaelde. You have no time to lose, then.