Scene Sixth
Bergmann’s garden in the morning sunlight.
Wendla.
Why have you slipped out of the room?——To hunt violets!——Because Mother seems to laugh at me.——Why can’t you bring your lips together any more?——I don’t know.——Indeed I don’t know, I can’t find words——The path is like a velvet carpet, no pebbles, no thorns.——My feet don’t touch the ground.——Oh, how I slept last night!
Here they are.——I become as grave as a nun at communion.——Sweet violets!——Peace, little mother, I will put on my long dress.——Oh God, if somebody would come upon whose neck I could fall and tell!