Tjaelde. Splendid! We owe him so much.
Mrs. Tjaelde. Yes, he has been a true friend to us. But, talking of true friends, I have something particular to ask you, Sannaes.
Sannaes. Me, Mrs. Tjaelde?
Mrs. Tjaelde. The maid told me that yesterday, when you went into town, you took the greater part of your belongings with you. Is that so?
Sannaes. Yes, Mrs. Tjaelde.
Tjaelde. What does that mean? (To his wife.) You said nothing about it to me, my dear.
Mrs. Tjaelde. Because I thought it might be a misunderstanding. But now I must ask what was the meaning of it. Are you going away?
Sannaes (fingering a chair, in evident confusion). Yes, Mrs. Tjaelde.
Tjaelde. Where to? You never said anything about it.
Sannaes. No; but I have always considered that I should have finished my task here as soon as the estate was finally wound up.