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Falk.
At any rate, you were upon the scent.
You named Miss Halm; you stood upon this spot
And asked me—
Guldstad [smiling].
There are two, though, are there not?
Falk.
It was—the other sister that you meant?
Guldstad.
<g>That</g> sister, yes, the other one,—just so.
Judge for yourself, when you have come to know
That sister better, if she has not in her
Merits which, if they were divined, would win her
A little more regard than we bestow.
Falk [coldly].
Her virtues are of every known variety
I'm sure.
Guldstad.
Not quite; the accent of society
She cannot hit exactly; there she loses.
Falk.
A grievous fault.
