Sannaes (struggling with his embarrassment). I have never thought of it as being that.
Valborg. But my father can scarcely accept so much from you.
Sannaes (in alarm). Why not?
Valborg. Because it really would be too much.—And, in any case, I shall try to prevent him.
Sannaes (almost imploringly). You, Miss Valborg?
Valborg. Yes. You must not be misemployed any longer.
Sannaes. Misemployed? In what I myself desire so much?
Valborg. When I have talked it over with my father, I think he will see my point.
Sannaes (anxiously). What do you mean?
Valborg (after a moment's reflection).—I mean, the reason of your having made such great sacrifices for us—and of your being willing to make still greater now. (A pause. SANNAES hangs his head, and is raising his hands to hide his face, when suddenly he puts them behind his back again. VALBORG continues, in gentle but firm tones:) I have taught myself, all my life, to look behind deeds and words for their motives.