Mrs. Tjaelde. We haven't much longer than that left to live, dear!
Tjaelde. Then we shall die poor. And I shall not complain!
Mrs. Tjaelde. No, indeed! The honourable name you will leave to your children will be well worth it.
Tjaelde. And they will inherit a sound business, which they can go on with if they choose.
Mrs. Tjaelde. Did you hear that, Valborg?
Valborg (from the window). Every word! (SANNAES bows to her.) I must go in and tell Signe! (Moves away from the window.)
Mrs. Tjaelde. What did Jakobsen say?—honest old Jakobsen?
Sannaes. He was very much affected, as you would expect. He will certainly be coming out here to-day.
Tjaelde (looking up from the papers). And Mr. Berent?
Sannaes. He is coming hard on my heels. I was to give you his kind regards and tell you so.