Valborg (impetuously). Sannaes!
Sannaes. What are your orders, Miss Valborg?
Valborg (turning away from him, then turning back, but avoiding his eyes). Do you really mean to leave us?
Sannaes. Yes, Miss Valborg. (A pause.)
Valborg. So we shall never stand back to back at our desks in the same room again?
Sannaes. No, Miss Valborg.
Valborg. That is a pity; I had become so accustomed to it.
Sannaes. You will easily become accustomed to some one else's—back.
Valborg. Ah, some one else is some one else.
Sannaes. You must excuse me, Miss Valborg; I don't feel in the humour for jesting to-day. (Turn to go.)