Falk.
No, married lives;—
All servitude, captivity, and gyves.
Stiver [seeing Miss Jay approach].
You little know what wealth a man obtains From woman's eloquence and woman's brains.
Miss Jay [aside to Stiver].
Will Guldstad give us credit, think you?
Stiver [peevishly];
I Am not quite certain of it yet: I'll try.
[They withdraw in conversation; Lind and Anna approach.
Lind [aside to Falk].
I can't endure it longer; in post-haste
I must present her—
Falk.
You had best refrain,
And not initiate the eye profane
Into your mysteries—
Lind.
That would be a jest!—
From you, my fellow-boarder, and my mate,
To keep concealed my new-found happy state!
Nay, now, my head with Fortune's oil anointed—
