Valborg. You were my instructor.
Sannaes. And when you no longer needed an instructor—
Valborg.—we hardly spoke to one another.
Sannaes (softly). No.
Valborg. Well, what could I say or do, when every sign of friendship on my part went unnoticed?
Sannaes. Unnoticed? Oh no, Miss Valborg, I noticed them.
Valborg. That was my punishment, then!
Sannas. God forbid I should do you an injustice. You had a motive which did you credit; you felt compassion for me, and so you could not help acting as you did. But, Miss Valborg, I refuse your compassion.
Valborg. And suppose it were gratitude?
Sannaes (softly). I dreaded that more than anything else! I had had a warning.