Tjaelde (at the window, to VALBORG). No, wait a moment. I will come in. (Goes into the house, and is seen within the window beside VALBORG.)
Mrs. Tjaelde. My little Signe, I want to ask you something?
Signe. Do you?
Mrs. Tjaelde. What was in the letter you had yesterday evening?
Signe. Aha, I might have guessed that was it! Nothing, mother.
Mrs. Tjaelde. Nothing that pained you, then?
Signe. I slept like a top all night—so you can judge for yourself.
Mrs. Tjaelde. I am so glad. But, you know, there seems to me something a little forced in the gay way you say that?
Signe. Does there? Well, it was something that I shall always be ashamed of; that is all.
Mrs. Tjaelde. I am thankful to hear it, for—