Lene. Why Miss Clara is afeared herself. She won't go a step without a light. Ain't it true, Miss Clara, you're a little afeared too. You only won't let on.
Aunt Clara. I shall afear your back before long! I have closed the eyes of many in my day. That's nothing new to me.
Lene (interested). But all of a sudden, like Mr. Warkentin?
Aunt Clara. When they get to be about seventy, one knows how it goes, old widower Fritz in Kobieken went that way too. Fell over and was gone, it's the best kind of a death. That comes just as it comes.... Have you arranged the cups?
Lene. Everything in order. (Counting.) The young master, the lady (correcting herself), no, the lady on the sofa and the young master here (points to a chair), Miss Clara here and the fourth cup ... I suppose some one else is coming with the young master?
Aunt Clara. Yes, and don't ask so many questions! Come here and hold the light, I want to light the chandelier.
Lene (comes with the candle). Light the chandelier? Why, it's almost daytime.
Aunt Clara. Do as I say. When the young master arrives, it will still be dark.
Lene (hands the candle up to her). Wonder whether the young master'll stay long?
Aunt Clara (has lighted the lights of the chandelier, one after another). Wait and see. (About to get down.)