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The Ladies [from mouth to mouth]. Refused! Refused! Refused!
[They gather in little groups about the garden.
Stiver [dumfounded]. <g>He</g> courting? How? Strawman. Yes, think! He laugh'd at us, ha, ha—but now—
[They gaze at each other speechless.
Anna [to Lind]. That's good! He was too horrid, to be sure! Lind [embracing her]. Hurrah, now thou art mine, entire and whole.
[They go outside into the garden.
Guldstad [looking back towards Svanhild].
Something is shattered in a certain soul;
But what is yet alive in it I'll cure.
Strawman [recovering himself and embracing
Stiver].
Now then, you can be very well contented
To have your dear fiancée for a spouse.
