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 Thora.

Oh, how we have misjudged you!

Stensgård.

Have you?

Thora.

It was your own fault No, no; it was ours. Oh, what would I not do to atone for our error.

Stensgård.

Would you? You yourself? Would you really?

Thora.

All of us would; if we only knew

The Chamberlain.

Refreshments for these gentlemen, my child.

Thora.

They are just coming.

[She retires towards the door again, where a Servant at the same moment appears with cake and wine, which are handed round.

Stensgård.

Oh, my dear Lundestad! I feel like a conquering god.

Lundestad.

So you must have felt yesterday, I suppose.

Stensgård.

Pooh! This is something quite different; the final triumph; the crown of all! There is a glory, a halo, over my life.

Lundestad.

Oho; dreams of love!