HADDA PADDA. Do you think you will miss me very much when you are gone?
INGOLF. How can you ask?
RANNVEIG [enters from the back, with the stockings in her hand]. I knew as much. I was right.—[Sees them embracing.]—I might have saved myself the trouble of looking for the stockings. [Turns round, and goes out.]
HADDA PADDA. Ingolf!
INGOLF. Yes—
HADDA PADDA. Now listen:—
THE JUDGE [enters from the back].
INGOLF [looks impatiently at his watch, and walks toward the door on the right.]
THE JUDGE. Are you going out, Ingolf?
INGOLF. I'm just going up to my room. I have a letter to answer. [Goes out.]