Berent. And now will you unlock the door for me?
Tjaelde (getting up). Ah, of course. Excuse me!
Berent (taking his hat and coat). Won"t you call your wife now?
Tjaelde. No. I must have a little time first. I have the worst part of it before me now.
Berent. I believe you have, and that is just why--. (Takes hold of the bell-pull and rings the bell.)
Tjaelde. What are you doing?
Berent. I want, before I go, to be sure of your wife"s coming to you.
Tjaelde. You should not have done that! (An office-boy comes in. BERENT looks at TJAELDE.) Ask your mistress--ask my wife to come to me.
Berent. At once, please. (The boy goes out.) Good-bye! (Goes out.
TJAELDE sinks down on to a chair by the door.)
[The Curtain falls.]
ACT III
(SCENE.-The same as in the preceding act. TJAELDE is sitting alone, on the chair by the door, in the position he was in when the curtain fell on the last act. After sitting motionless for a considerable time, he suddenly gets up.)
Tjaelde. How am I to begin? After her, there are the children; after them, all my work-people--and then all the others! If only I could get away! But the Receiver"s men will be here.--I must have some air! (Goes to the nearest window.) What a beautiful day!--but not for me. (Opens the window and looks out.) My horse! No, I daren"t look at it. Why is it saddled? Oh, of course I meant, after my talk with Berent, to--. But now everything is different! (Walks up and down once or twice, thinking; then says suddenly:) Yes, on that horse I might reach the outer harbour before the foreign boat sails! (Looks at his watch.) I can do it! And I shall be able to put behind me all--. (Stops, with a start, as he hears footsteps on the stair.) Who is there? What is it? (MRS. TJAELDE comes down the stair into the room.)
Mrs. Tjaelde. You sent for me?
Tjaelde. Yes. (Watching her.) Were you upstairs?
Mrs. Tjaelde. Yes, I was resting.
Tjaelde (sympathetically). Ah, you were sleeping, and I woke you up!
Mrs. Tjaelde. No, I was not asleep. (She has come slowly forward.)
Tjaelde. You weren"t asleep? (Apprehensively, to her.) I suppose you didn"t--? (To himself.) No, I daren"t ask her.
Mrs. Tjaelde. What did you want?
Tjaelde. I wanted--. (Sees her eyes fixed on the revolver.) You are surprised at my having that out? I got it out because I am going on a journey.
Mrs. Tjaelde (supporting herself on the desk). Going on a journey?
Tjaelde. Yes. Mr. Berent has been here, as I dare say you know. (She does not answer.) Business, you know. I have to go abroad.
Mrs. Tjaelde (faintly). Abroad?
Tjaelde. Only for a few days. So I will only take my usual bag with a change of clothes and one or two shirts; but I must have it at once.
Mrs. Tjaelde. I don"t think your bag has been unpacked since you brought it home to-day.
Tjaelde. So much the better. Will you get it for me?
Mrs. Tjaelde. Are you going away now--at once?
Tjaelde. Yes, by the foreign boat--from the outer harbour.
Mrs. Tjaelde. You have no time to lose, then.
Tjaelde. Are you not well?
Mrs. Tjaelde. Not very.
Tiwlde. One of your attacks?
Mrs. Tjaelde. Yes!--but I must fetch your bag. (TJAELDE helps her over to the staircase.)
Tjaelde. You are not well, my dear--but you will be better some day.
Mrs. Tjaelde. I only wish _you_ looked better.
Tjaelde. We all have our burdens to bear.
Mrs. Tjaelde. If only we could bear more together!
Tjaelde. But you don"t understand my affairs--and I have never had time to talk about yours.
Mrs. Tjaelde. No--that"s it. (Begins to go upstairs slowly.)
Tjaelde. Shall I help you?
Mrs. Tjaelde. No, thank you, dear.
Tjaelde (coming forward). Does she suspect? She is always like that--she takes all my courage away from me. But there is no other way! Now--about money? I surely have some gold here somewhere. (Goes to his desk, takes some gold out of a drawer and counts it; then lifts his head and sees MRS. TJAELDE who has sat down on the stair half-way up.) My dear, are you sitting down?
Mrs. Tjaelde. I felt faint for a moment. I will go up now. (Gets up and climbs the stair slowly.)
Tjaelde. Poor thing, she is worn out. (Pulls himself together.) No--five, six, eight, ten--that is not enough. I must have some more.
(Searches in the desk.) And when I run short I have my watch and chain.
Twenty, twenty-four--that is all I can find. Ah, my papers! I must on no account forget them. The ground is falling away under me! Isn"t she coming back? The bag was packed, surely?--Ah, how all this will make her suffer! But it will not be so bad for her if I am away. People will be more merciful, both to her and the children. Oh, my children! (Collects himself.) Only let me get away, away! Thoughts will follow me there, all the same!--Ah, here she is! (MRS. TJAELDE is seen coming down slowly, with a bag which is evidently, heavy.) Shall I help you, dear?
Mrs. Tjaelde. Thanks, will you take hold of the bag?
Tjaelde (takes it; she comes slowly down). It is heavier than it was this morning.