Riis. To tell you the truth—and one ought always to tell the truth—I had quite given up the hope of such happiness coming to our dear girl.
Svava. I know you had. I had quite given it up myself.
Riis. Until your fairy prince came?
Svava. Until my fairy prince came. And he took his time about it, too!
Riis. You had been waiting for him a long time, though—hadn't you?
Svava. Not a bit of it! I never once thought of him.
Riis. Now you are talking in riddles.
Svava. Yes, it is a riddle to understand how two people, who have seen each other from childhood without even giving each other a thought, suddenly—! Because that was really how it happened. It all dates from a certain moment—and then, all at once, he became quite another man in my eyes.
Riis. But in every one else's, I suppose, he is the same us before?
Svava. I hope so!