Ragnar.
[Laughs in exasperation.] Thank him, when he has held me down year after year! When he made father disbelieve in me—made me disbelieve in myself! And all merely that he might——!
Hilda.
[As if divining something.] That he might——? Tell me at once!
Ragnar.
That he might keep her with him.
Hilda.
[With a start towards him.] The girl at the desk.
Ragnar.
Yes.