STRANGER. Welcome to my house, belovèd; to your home and mine, my bride; to your dwelling-place, my wife!
LADY. I'm grateful, dear friend! It's like a fairy tale!
STRANGER. Yes, it is. A whole book of fairy tales, my dear, written by me.
(They sit down on either side of the table.)
LADY. Is this real? It seems too lovely to me.
STRANGER. I've never seen you look so young, so beautiful.
LADY. It's your own eyes....
STRANGER. Yes, my own eyes that have learnt to see. And your goodness taught them....
LADY. Which itself was taught by sorrow.
STRANGER. Ingeborg!