Footman. Here’s your little godson, ma’am, is here, who has found it.
Mrs. Ulrica (aside). Hold your foolish tongue, can’t you?—don’t mention my little godson, for your life.
{The little boy creeps in under the footman’s arm; his sister Kate follows him. Mrs. Ulrica lifts up her hands and eyes, with signs of impatience.}
Mrs. Ulrica (aside). Now I had settled in my head that their father should not see them till to-morrow morning.
Little Girl. Who is that strange man?
Little Boy. He has made me forget all I had to say.
Christiern (aside). What charming children!
Mrs. Ulrica (asid). He does not know them to be his—they don’t know him to be their father. (Aloud) Well, children, what brings you here at this time of night?
Little Boy. What I was going to say was—(the little boy looks at the stranger between every two or three words, and Christiern looks at him)—what I was going to say was—
Little Girl. Ha! ha! ha!—he forgets that we found this purse in the forest as we were going home.