Dina: Because you teach me so much that is beautiful.

Rorlund: Beautiful? Do you call the little I can teach you,
beautiful?

Dina: Yes. Or perhaps, to be accurate, it is not that you teach
me anything; but when I listen to you talking I see beautiful
visions.

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