Sannaes. No—yes—that is to say, your father will have all the more need of me then.
Valborg. Indeed he will. But what sort of a prospect is it for you to bind up your fortunes with my father's? The future is so very problematical, you know.
Sannaes. What sort of a prospect—?
Valborg. Yes, a young man should have some sort of a prospect before him.
Sannaes. Yes—of course; that is to say, I only thought that at first it would be so difficult for him.
Valborg. But I am thinking of you. Surely you have some plans for the future?
Sannaes (embarrassed). Really I would rather not talk about myself.
Valborg. But I want to.—You have something else in reserve, then?
Sannaes. Well—if I must tell you—I have some well-to-do relations in America who have for a long time wanted me to go over there. I should soon be able to get, a good situation there.
Valborg. Indeed?—But why haven't you accepted such a good offer long before this? (SANNAES does not answer.) You must have been sacrificing your best interests by staying so long with us? (SANNAES is still silent.) Any! it will be making a still greater sacrifice to stay with us now—