Sannaes. I thought of taking leave of you all this afternoon.
Valborg (taking a step towards him). But ought not we two to settle our accounts first?
Sannaes (coldly). No, Miss Valborg.
Valborg. Do you feel then that everything between us has been just as it ought?
Sannaes. G.o.d knows I don"t!
Valborg. But you think I am to blame?--Oh, well, it doesn"t matter.
Sannaes. I am quite willing to take the blame. Put anyway, it is all finished with now.
Valborg. But if we were to share the blame? You cannot be quite indifferent as to which of us should take it?
Sannaes. I confess I am not. But, as I said, I do not wish for any settling of accounts between us.
Valborg. But I wish it.
Sannaes. You will have plenty of time to settle it to your own satisfaction.
Valborg. But, if I am in difficulties about it, I cannot do it alone.
Sannaes. I do not think you will find any difficulty.
Valborg. But if _I_ think so?--if I feel myself deeply wronged?
Sannaes. I have told you that I am willing to take all the blame upon myself.
Valborg. No, Sannaes--I don"t want charity; I want to be understood. I have a question to ask you.
Sannaes. As you will.
Valborg. How was it that we got on so well for the first year after my father"s failure-and even longer? Have you ever thought of that?
Sannaes. Yes. I think it was because we never talked about anything but our work--about business.
Valborg. You were my instructor.
Sannaes. And when you no longer needed an instructor--
Valborg.--we hardly spoke to one another.
Sannaes (softly). No.
Valborg. Well, what could I say or do, when every sign of friendship on my part went unnoticed?
Sannaes. Unnoticed? Oh no, Miss Valborg, I noticed them.
Valborg. That was my punishment, then!
Sannas. G.o.d forbid I should do you an injustice. You had a motive which did you credit; you felt compa.s.sion for me, and so you could not help acting as you did. But, Miss Valborg, I refuse your compa.s.sion.
Valborg. And suppose it were grat.i.tude?
Sannaes (softly). I dreaded that more than anything else! I had had a warning.
Valborg. You must admit, Sannaes, that all this made you very difficult to deal with!
Sannaes. I quite admit that. But, honestly, _you_ must admit that I had good reason to mistrust an interest in me that sprang from mere grat.i.tude. Had circ.u.mstances been different, I should only have bored you cruelly; I knew that quite well. And I had no fancy for being an amus.e.m.e.nt for your idle hours.
Valborg. How you have mistaken me!--If you will think of it, surely you must understand how different a girl, who has been accustomed to travel and society, becomes when she has to stay at home and work because it is her duty. She comes to judge men by an altogether different standard, too. The men that she used to think delightful are very likely to appear small in her eyes when it is a question of the demands life makes on ability or courage or self-sacrifice; while the men she used to laugh at are transformed in her eyes into models of what G.o.d meant men to be, when she is brought into close contact with them in her father"s office.--Is there anything so surprising in that? (A pause.)
Sannaes. Thank you, at all events, for saying that to me. It has done me good. But you should have said it sooner.
Valborg (emphatically). How could I, when you misjudged everything I did or said? No; it was impossible until mistakes and misunderstandings had driven us so far apart that we could not endure them any longer (Turns away.)
Sannaes. Perhaps you are right. I cannot at once recall all that has happened. If I have been mistaken, I shall by degrees find the knowledge of it a profound comfort.--You must excuse me, Miss Valborg, I have a number of things to see to. (Turns to go.)
Valborg (anxiously). Sannaes, as you admit that you have judged me unjustly, don"t you think you ought at least to give me--some satisfaction?
Sannaes. You may be certain, Miss Valborg, that when I am balancing our account you shall not suffer any injustice. But I cannot do it now. All I have to do now is to get ready to go.
Valborg. But you are not ready to go, Sannaes! You have not finished your work here yet! There is what I just spoke of--and something else that dates farther back than that.
Sannaes. You must feel how painful it is for me to prolong this interview. (Turns to go.)
Valborg. But surely you won"t go without setting right something that I am going to beg you to?
Sannas. What is that, Miss Valborg?
Valborg. Something that happened a long time ago.
Sannaes. If it is in my power, I will do what you ask.
Valborg. It is.--Ever since that day you have never offered to shake hands with me.
Sannaes. Have you really noticed that? (A pause.)
Valborg (with a smile, turning away). Will you do so now?
Sannaes (stepping nearer to her). Is this more than a mere whim?
Valborg (concealing her emotion). How can you ask such a question now?
Sannaes. Because all this time you have never once asked me to shake hands with you.
Valborg. I wanted you to offer me your hand. (A pause.)