HADDA PADDA [withdraws her hand, laughing, and gets up]. I am just thinking...
INGOLF. What are you thinking?
HADDA PADDA [walks a few steps and stops behind him]. I was lying down outside in the garden to-day. I could not keep awake. I dreamed I stood outside the Cathedral. It was dark inside, but all along the church floor, on either side, was a straight row of unlit candles. I remember all the white soft wicks, peeping half out, waiting for light. Then a sudden gust of wind swept through the whole church, and as it grazed the wicks, all the candles were lighted.
INGOLF [keeps silent].
HADDA PADDA. What do you think the dream means? I think it means happiness.
INGOLF. You must not deprive your dream of its beauty by interpreting it.
HADDA PADDA. Happiness comes to us like a beautiful dream that we don't dare to interpret.
INGOLF. You have promised to trust me as much as you love me.
HADDA PADDA. I see the future mirrored in those days we lived together.
INGOLF. I love you, Hadda Padda.