Nordan. Things I don't mean!
Svava. You always do, you know. But we haven't time for that now. I am all on fire!
Nordan. Well, what is this you have been doing?
Svava. Ah, you see, you are beginning again!
Nordan. Beginning again? Who the devil has put the idea into your head that I ever say anything but what I mean? Come and let us sit down. (Brings a chair forward.)
Svava (bringing her chair close to his). There now!
Nordan. Since I was here last, I believe you have promulgated a brand-new law on the subject of love? I congratulate you.
Svava. Have I?
Nordan. A superhuman, Svava-woven one—derived from seraphic heights, I should imagine! "There shall be only one love in a man's life, and it shall be directed only to one object." Full stop!
Svava. Have I said anything like that?