Edeling. Your words remind me that I am no longer my own master. I am expected every minute at the camp.
Clara. Cannot we go with you?
Edeling. I have only my horse; but perhaps there is a conveyance of some sort to be had in the village.
Maria. Oh! three if you like. I will go at once to order one.
Van Werve. Stop a moment, girl. I—alas!—I have no money to pay for a conveyance.
Edeling. Here is my purse—but I really must go.
Van Werve (putting back the purse). I must not accept it. I can never return it. I possess nothing now.
Edeling. Nothing?
Van Werve. Not a cent. The little ready money we had with us we have been obliged to spend on the road; and this morning I had the misfortune, to leave behind——
Edeling. Well?