Falk.
O you're best able to pronounce upon her;
My voice can neither credit nor dishonour,—
[Smiling.
But just take care no mischief-maker blot
This fine poetic scheme of which you talk.
Suppose I were so shameless as to balk
The meditated climax of the plot?
Guldstad [good-naturedly].
Well, I would cry "Amen," and change my plan.
Falk.
What!
Guldstad.
Why, you see, you are a letter'd man; How monstrous were it if your skill'd design Were ruined by a bungler's hand like mine!
[Retires to the background. Falk [in passing, to Lind].
Yes, you were right; the merchant's really scheming The ruin of your new-won happiness.
Lind [aside to Anna].
Now then you see, my doubting was not dreaming; We'll go this very moment and confess.
[They approach Mrs. Halm, who is standing with Miss Jay by the house.
