Sannaes. There, you see, Miss Valborg; you are laughing at me.
Valborg. I don't know whether I want to laugh or to cry.
Sannaes. Believe me, you are mistaken about this, Miss Valborg. You don't see things as plainly as I do.
Valborg. Which of us was it that was mistaken to-day?—and had to beg pardon for it?
Sannaes. It was I, I know. But this is impossible! A real union of hearts needs to be founded on more than respect—
Valborg (laughing). On love?
Sannaes. You misunderstand me. Could you go into society with me without feeling embarrassed? (VALBORG laughs.) You see, the mere idea of it makes you laugh.
Valborg (laughing). I am laughing because you are magnifying the least important part of it into the most important.
Sannaes. You know how awkward and shy—in fact downright frightened I am amongst those who—. (VALBORG laughs again.) There, you see—you can't help laughing at the idea!
Valborg. I should perhaps even laugh at you when we were in society together! (Laughs.)