Valborg. I wanted you to offer me your hand. (A pause.)
Sannaes. Are you serious for once?
Valborg. I mean it, seriously.
Sannaes (in a happier voice). You really set a value on it?
Valborg. A great value.
Sannaes (going up to her). Here it is, then!
Valborg (turning and taking his hand). I accept the hand you offer me.
Sannaes (turning pale). What do you mean?
Valborg. I mean that for some time past I have known that I should be proud to be the wife of a man who has loved me, and me alone, ever since he was a boy, and has saved my father and us all.
Sannaes. Oh, Miss Valborg!