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Lind.
How well I chose,—past understanding well;—
I feel a bliss that nothing can dispel.
Guldstad.
There stands your mistress; tell us, if you can,
The right demeanor for a plighted man.
Lind [perturbed].
That's a third person's business to declare.
Guldstad [joking].
Ill-tempered! This to Anna's ears I'll bear.
[Goes to the ladies.
Lind [looking after him].
Can such a man be tolerated?
Falk.
You
Mistook his aim, however,—
Lind.
And how so?
Falk.
It was not Anna that he had in view.
Lind.
How, was it Svanhild?
