Mrs. Tjaelde. Yes, dear, the day of our trial has come! And I am afraid—afraid that it may find us all too weak.
Signe. Mother, what is to become of us?
Mrs. Tjaelde. We are in God's hands.
Signe. I will go with Hamar to his aunt's. We will go at once.
Mrs. Tjaelde. It is possible that his aunt may not be willing to have you now.
Signe. Aunt Ulla! What do you mean?
Mrs. Tjaelde. I mean that you have been the rich man's daughter; and you do not know what the world is.
Signe. Hamar, do you think Aunt Ulla would refuse to have me?
Hamar (after a moment's thought). I don't know.
Mrs. Tjaelde. You hear that, my child. In the next few hours you will learn more than you have learnt in all your life.