Mrs. Evje (leaning out of a window she has opened). The sound must have come from the street, all the same. Are you there, my dear?
Evje (drawing back in alarm). There she is! Shall I answer?
Mrs. Evje. Are you there, my dear?
Evje. Yes, dear, here I am!
Mrs. Evje. So you are! I heard your voice, and looked all over the house. What is the matter, dear?
Evje. Oh, I am so unhappy!
Mrs. Evje. Good heavens, are you, dear? Come along in—or shall I come down to you?
Evje. No, I will come in. Shut the window, or you will catch cold.
Mrs. Evje. Do you know, Gertrud is sitting up here, crying?
Evje. Good gracious, is she? I will come up—I will come up!