Signe (interrupting her). That must be Sannaes. I hear wheels. Yes, here he is! He has come too soon; dinner won't be ready for half an hour yet.
Mrs. Tjaelde. That doesn't matter.
Signe. Father, here is Sannaes!
Tjaelde (from within). Good! I will come out! (SIGNE goes into the house as TJAELDE comes out. SANNAES comes in a moment later.)
Tjaelde and Mrs. Tjaelde. Welcome!
Sannaes. Thank you! (Lays down his dust-coat and driving gloves on a chair, and comes forward.)
Tjaelde. Well?
Sannaes. Yes—your bankruptcy is discharged!
Mrs. Tjaelde. And the result was—?
Sannaes. Just about what we expected.