Signë.
[Softly, but with exultation.] The wooer has come! He has come, Margit! I knew not then whom you meant; but now—!
Margit.
And what have you answered him?
Signë.
Oh, how should I know? [Flinging her arms round her sister's neck.] But the world seems to me so rich and beautiful since the moment when he told me that he held me dear.
Margit.
Why, Signë, Signë, I cannot understand that you should so quickly—! You scarce knew him before to-day.
Signë.
Oh, 'tis but little I yet know of love; but this I know that what the song says is true:
Full swiftly 'tis sown; ere a moment speeds by,
Deep, deep in the heart love is rooted for aye—
Margit.
So be it; and since so it is, I need no longer hold aught concealed from you. Ah—
[She stops suddenly, as she sees Knut and Gudmund approaching.
