(HOLGER stands wrapt in thought gazing out at the cathedral.)
STEEN. (Taking the cap and cloak from the peg near the door and bringing them down and piling them into HOLGER'S arms) Here they are, old dreamer!—(He turns back up toward the door in such a way that he does not see the silent figure in the corner) And hurry!
(BERTEL too turns toward his left hand and does not see the woman.)
HOLGER. (In a tone of bright happiness, roused from his dreaming) I'm coming!—Nothing can happen to stop us now, can it? (As he says this he wheels to his right in a way that brings the chimney corner in his line of vision. He starts, bends forward staring as the others open the door, then he speaks in a tone that is little more than a gasp) Steen!
(The others stop and stare at him, then in the direction of his look.)
STEEN. Oh!—The Old Woman!
BERTEL. (Looking to STEEN) When did she come in?
STEEN. I didn't see her!
(HOLGER crosses timidly towards her. As he approaches the OLD WOMAN turns her eyes on him and holds out her hands in pitiful appeal.)
HOLGER. What dost thou want, dame?