Why, Signe, Signe, 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—
[She stops suddenly, as she sees KNUT and GUDMUND approaching.
[In a tone of satisfaction.] Ha, this is as I would have it, Gudmund. Here is my hand!
[To herself.] What is this?
[To KNUT.] And here is mine!
[They shake hands.
But now we must each of us name who it is—
Good. Here at Solhoug, among so many fair women, I have found her whom—
I too. And I will bear her home this very night, if it be needful.
[Who has approached unobserved.] All saints in heaven!
[Nods to KNUT.] The same is my intent.
[Who has also been listening.] Gudmund!
[Whispering to each other, as they both point at Signe.] There she is!
[Starting.] Aye, mine.
[Likewise.] No, mine!
[Softly, half bewildered.] Signe!
[As before, to KNUT.] What mean you by that?
I mean that ’tis Signe whom I—
Signe! Signe is my betrothed in the sight of God.
[With a cry.] It was she! No—no!
[To himself, as he catches sight of her.] Margit! She has heard everything.
Ho, ho! So this is how it stands? Nay, Dame Margit, ’tis needless to put on such an air of wonder; now I understand everything.
[To SIGNE.] But not a moment ago you said—? [Suddenly grasping the situation.] ’Twas Gudmund you meant!