Sannaes. No.
Tjaelde. But can you judge of that alone? One does not always realise how much some one else's advice, on the experience of an older man, may help one.
Sannaes. Unfortunately it is as I say.
Tjaelde. It must be something very painful, then?
Sannaes. Please—!
Tjaelde. Well, Sannaes, you have quite cast a cloud over to-day's happiness for us. I shall miss you as I have never missed any one.
Mrs. Tjaelde. I cannot imagine the house without Sannaes!
Tjaelde (to his wife). Come, dear, shall we go in again?
Mrs. Tjaelde. Yes—it is not nice out here any longer. (TJAELDE takes her into the house. SIGNE turns to VALBORG to go in with her, but when she comes close to her she gives a little cry. VALBORG takes her arm, and their eyes meet.)
Signe. Where have my wits been? (She goes into the house, looking back at VALBORG and SANNAES. The latter is giving way to his emotion, but as soon as his eyes fall on VALBORG he recovers himself.)