INGEBORG. And jumped with me from tuft to tuft.
INGEBORG. [Laughing.] How frightened we were, the two of us!
HEMMING. Of course I was most frightened for your sake.
INGEBORG. And I for yours—
[Stops suddenly and as she continues to look at him her face assumes an imperious and wounded expression.]
INGEBORG. What is it you stand here and say? Why don't you go? Is it fitting to speak thus to your master's daughter? Go, go; you were to find my betrothed!
HEMMING. Alas, I forgot your betrothed; I forgot that you are my master's daughter.
INGEBORG. If you find him, I promise you an embroidered jacket for Christmas,—so pleased shall I be.
HEMMING. I don't want any jacket; I serve you neither for gold nor silver, neither for keep nor for knightly dress. But now I am off; what lies in my power I shall do, if I know it pleases you.
INGEBORG. [Who has climbed up on a stone and is picking some blossoming cherry twigs.] Hemming! how rich is my betrothed?