Overwrought, Marianne had sunk into a chair and closed her eyes. She was in a state of nervous excitement, while Emilie, with strange calmness, was collecting boxes, portraits, ornaments.
"Emilie," said Marianne, resignedly, "what a mess you're making!"
"Never mind, I'm taking it all away."
"Yes, that's just it: everything's going away, everything's going away!"
"Marianne, do control yourself."
Two maids came dragging along a packing-case.
"Where shall we put it, freule?"
"Leave it there, in the passage."
Bertha came upstairs:
"Unpack it at once, Emilie, or the things will crease."