Vedder. You should think not! What do you mean by that?
Dame. Nothing!
Vedder. Well, don't mean it again. What, do you suppose that I'll suffer my daughter-in-law to sacrifice her fortune—a fortune of which we shall have our share?—Herman has promised that.
Dame. Herman will promise anything; and you know that my poor girl is doatingly fond of young Gustaffe.
Vedder. Well, I can't help that; but I am not going to allow her to make a beggar of herself and us too, for any nonsense about the man of her heart.
Dame. Hers will break if she is compelled to—
Vedder. Nonsense—a woman's heart is about the toughest object in creation.
Dame. You have given me plenty of proof that you think so.
Vedder. What do you intend to imply by that?
Dame. Nothing!