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 [''She spreads the cloak closer around him, and sinks down in the snow in front of the bench. A short silence.''

[, wrapped in a mantle, comes through the wood on the right.  goes before her carrying a lantern.

[Throwing the light upon the snow.] Yes, yes, ma'am, here are their tracks.

[Peering around.] Yes, here they are! They are sitting there on the bench. [Calls.] Ella!

[Rising.] Are you looking for us?

[Sternly.] Yes, you see I have to.

[Pointing.] Look, there he lies, Gunhild.

Sleeping?

A long, deep sleep, I think.

[With an outburst.] Ella! [''Controls herself and asks in a low voice.''] Did he do it—of his own accord?