Aagot. Oh, aunt!
Leonarda. What is it?
Aagot. You know.
Leonarda. His shameless persecution of you? Yes! (Meanwhile HAGBART has slipped out.)
Aagot. Hush!--Oh, he has gone!--Have you been cross with him?
Leonarda. Not as cross as he deserved--
Aagot. Didn"t I tell him so?
Leonarda (laughing). What did you tell him?
Aagot. How hasty you could be!--Were you really cruel to him?
Leonarda. Do you mean to say you have any sympathy--with him?
Aagot. Have I any--? But, good heavens, hasn"t he told you?
Leonarda. What?
Aagot. That he--that I--that we--oh, aunt, don"t look so dreadfully at me!--You don"t know, then?
Leonarda. No!
Aagot. Heaven help me! Aunt--!
Leonarda. You don"t mean to say that you--?
Aagot. Yes, aunt.
Leonarda. With him, who--. In spite of that, you--Get away from me!
Aagot. Dear, darling aunt, listen to me!
Leonarda. Go away to him! Away with you!
Aagot. Have you looked at him, aunt? Have you seen how handsome he is?
Leonarda. Handsome? He!
Aagot. No, not a bit handsome, of course! Really, you are going too far!
Leonarda. To me he is the man who made a laughingstock of me in a censorious little town by calling me "a woman of doubtful reputation."
And one day he presents himself here as my adopted daughter"s lover, and you expect me to think him handsome! You ungrateful child!
Aagot. Aunt!
Leonarda. I have sacrificed eight years of my life--eight years--in this little hole, stinting myself in every possible way; and you, for whom I have done this, are hardly grown up before you fly into the arms of a man who has covered me with shame. And I am supposed to put up with it as something quite natural!--and to say nothing except that I think he is handsome! I--I won"t look at you! Go away!
Aagot (in tears). Don"t you suppose I have said all that to myself, a thousand times? That was why I didn"t write. I have been most dreadfully distressed to know what to do.
Leonarda. At the very first hint of such a thing you might to have taken refuge here--with me--if you had had a sc.r.a.p of loyalty in you.
Aagot. Aunt! (Goes on her knees.) Oh, aunt!
Leonarda. To think you could behave so contemptibly!
Aagot. Aunt!--It was just because he was so sorry for the way he had behaved to you, that I first--
Leonarda. Sorry? He came here with a smile on his lips!
Aagot. That was because he was in such a fright, aunt.
Leonarda. Do people smile because they are in a fright?
Aagot. Others don"t, but he does. Do you know, dear, he was just the same with me at first--he smiled and looked so silly; and afterwards he told me that it was simply from fright.
Leonarda. If he had felt any qualms of conscience at all, as you pretend he did, he would at least have taken the very first opportunity to apologise.
Aagot. Didn"t he do that?
Leonarda. No; he stood here beating about the bush and smiling--
Aagot. Then you must have frightened the sense out of him, aunt. He is shy, you know.--Aunt, let me tell you he is studying for the church.
Leonarda. Oh, he is that too, is he!
Aagot. Of course he is. You know he is the bishop"s nephew, and is studying for the church, and of course that is what made him so prejudiced. But his behaviour that day was just what opened his eyes--because he is very kind-hearted. Dear, darling aunt--
Leonarda. Get up! It is silly to lie there like that. Where did you learn that trick?
Aagot (getting up). I am sure I don"t know. But you frighten me so.
(Cries.)
Leonarda. I can"t help that. You frightened me first, you know, child.
Aagot. Yes, but it is all quite different from what you think, aunt.
He is no longer our enemy. He has reproached himself so genuinely for treating you as he did--it is perfectly true, aunt. We all heard him say so. He said so first to other people, so that it should come round to me; and then I heard him saying so to them; and eventually he told me so, in so many words.
Leonarda. Why did you not write and tell me?
Aagot. Because you are not like other people, aunt! If I had as much as mentioned he was there, you would have told me to come home again at once. You aren"t like others, you know.
Leonarda. But how in the world did it come about that you--?