INGOLF. Before the sun sets to-night, you will have to take back those words.
KRISTRUN. I fear the strength of her words when she pleads her own cause. It is as though she could charm you into her power by some magic. Do you know what she did yesterday? She came up to me afterwards, and tried to arouse my anger, and so sure was she of her victory, that she gloried in it. She said that I could flirt with any one I wanted—she held the love of the finest man in Iceland.
INGOLF. Now do you think she said it because she was so sure?
KRISTRUN [does not answer]. "SHE held the love of the finest man in Iceland!..." Do you love me, Ingolf?
INGOLF. You don't need to ask, Kristrun.
KRISTRUN. Do you love me?
INGOLF. I love you.
KRISTRUN [runs to the chaise-longue, and throws herself upon it; she sobs audibly].
INGOLF. What is the matter with you, Kristrun?
KRISTRUN. Why don't you take me in your arms?