Alfred (on the ground). One cannot be expected to rollick when one is being gnawed with remorse! But perhaps Blochdrähn would be a more cheerful companion for you; go on with him, while Mopsa helps me up again. We'll follow you—presently.
[Spreta and Blochdrähn go off together; Mopsa tenderly assists Alfred to rise.
Mopsa. Oh, dear me! it does seem such a pity! But Spreta always was peculiar. It must be so trying for you, dear!
Alfred. So much so that I can't stand her any longer. I must get away, anywhere—quite alone. Mopsa, will you come too?
Mopsa (shocked). Alfred! How can you? What have I said or done to encourage such a proposal? So utterly unexpected!
Alfred (feebly). I really couldn't help it. It's the troll inside me. What am I saying? That belongs to another Norwegian drama!
Mopsa. All this part belongs to several other Norwegian dramas, dear. But we must see if we can't get out of the old groove this time!
Alfred. But why in the world——? When you showed such a wonderful preference for my society, too!
Mopsa (gently). I know, dear. But that was before——. Let me tell you something. (Slow music; Alfred sits down, cautiously.) I've just been looking through my big portfolio, and I've discovered—what do you think? (Alfred shakes his head hopelessly.) I'm not Kaia's daughter at all, really. I'm only adopted!
Alfred. But what difference does that make in our relations? Practically, none whatever!