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[Softly, but with exultation.] The wooer has come! He has come, Margit! I knew not then whom you meant; but now—!

And what have you answered him?

Oh, how should I know? [Flinging her arms round her sister's neck.] But the world seems to me so rich and beautiful since the moment when he told me that he held me dear.

Why, Signë, Signë, I cannot understand that you should so quickly—! You scarce knew him before to-day.

Oh, 'tis but little I yet know of love; but this I know that what the song says is true: Full swiftly 'tis sown; ere a moment speeds by, Deep, deep in the heart love is rooted for aye—

So be it; and since so it is, I need no longer hold aught concealed from you. Ah—