Svanhild [with finesse].
O, among other things, the bold unreason Of modern Zacharies who seek for fruit. If the tree blossom'd to excess last season, You must not crave the blossoms back in this.
Falk.
I knew you'd find your footing in the ways Of old Romance.
Svanhild.
Yes, modern virtue is Of quite another stamp. Who now arrays Himself to battle for the truth? Who'll stake His life and person fearless for truth's sake? Where is the hero?
Falk [looking keenly at her].
Where is the Valkyria?
Svanhild [shaking her head].
Valkyrias find no market in this land! When the faith lately was assailed in Syria, Did you go out with the crusader-band? No, but on paper you were warm and willing,— And sent the "Clerical Gazette" a shilling.
[Pause. Falk is about to retort, but checks himself, and goes into the garden.
Svanhild.
[After watching him a moment, approaches him and asks gently:
Falk, are you angry?
