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Guldstad.
Since I also pore
And ponder over a poetic scheme,—
[Mysteriously.
An actuality—and not a dream.
Falk.
And pray, who is the hero of your theme?
Guldstad.
I'll tell you that to-morrow—not before.
Falk.
It is yourself!
Guldstad.
You think me equal to it?
Falk.
I'm sure no other mortal man could do it.
But then the heroine? No city maid,
I'll swear, but of the country, breathing balm?
Guldstad [lifting his finger].
Ah,—that's the point, and must not be betrayed!—
[Changing his tone.
Pray tell me your opinion of Miss Halm.
