Rorlund: What do you mean exactly when you call a thing
beautiful?
Dina: I have never thought it out.
Rorlund: Think it out now, then. What do you understand by a
beautiful thing?
Dina: A beautiful thing is something that is great--and far off.
Rorlund: Hm!--Dina, I am so deeply concerned about you, my dear.
Dina: Only that?
Rorlund: You know perfectly well that you are dearer to me than I
can say.
Dina: If I were Hilda or Netta, you would not be afraid to let
people see it.
Rorlund: Ah, Dina, you can have no idea of the number of things I
am forced to take into consideration. When it is a man's lot to
be a moral pillar of the community he lives in, he cannot be too
circumspect. If only I could be certain that people would
interpret my motives properly. But no matter for that; you must,
and shall be, helped to raise yourself. Dina, is it a bargain
between us that when I come--when circumstances allow me to come -
-to you and say: "Here is my hand," you will take it and be my
wife? Will you promise me that, Dina?
Dina: Yes.
Rorlund: Thank you, thank you! Because for my part, too--oh,
Dina, I love you so dearly.
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