Sannaes (quietly, without raising his head). You have taught yourself to be cruelly bitter, hard and unjust.
Valborg (starts, but collects herself, and says gently:) Don't say that, Mr. Sannaes! It is not hard-heartedness or bitterness that makes me think of your future now—and makes me wish to spare you disappointment.
Sannaes (with a cry of pain). Miss Valborg!
Valborg. Be honest with yourself, and you will be able to take a fairer view of what I have just said.
Sannaes. Have you any more orders, Miss Valborg?
Valborg. I give you no orders, as I have told you already. I am only bidding you good-bye; and I do it with grateful thanks to you for all your goodness to me—and to us all. Good-bye and good luck, Mr. Sannaes. (SANNAES bows.)Won't you shake hands? Ah, I forgot—I offended you. I beg your pardon for that. (SANNAES bows and turns to go.) Come, Mr. Sannaes—let us at least part as good friends! You are going to America, and I am going among strangers. Let us go away wishing one another well.
Sannaes (moved). Good-bye, Miss Valborg. (Turns to go.)
Valborg. Mr. Sannaes—shake hands!
Sannaes (stopping). No, Miss Valborg.
Valborg. Don't treat me uncivilly; I have not deserved that. (SANNAES again turns to go.) Mr. Sannaes!