Signe. You certainly kept your secret well!
Valborg. I kept long years of suffering secret—that was all! (SIGNE kisses her and whispers to her; then turns to SANNAES.)
Signe. Sannaes! (Shakes his hand.) So we are to be brother and sister-in-law?
Sannaes (embarrassed). Oh, Miss Signe—
Signe. But you mustn't call me Miss Signe now, you know!
Valborg. You must expect that! He calls me "Miss" Valborg still!
Singe. Well, he won't be able to do that when you are married, anyway!
Mrs. Tjaelde (to TJAELDE). But where are our friends?
Tjaelde. Mr. Berent is in the office. There he is, at the window.
Berent (at the window). Now I am coming straight out to congratulate you, with my friend Jakobsen. (Comes out.)