ARNE. What does he mean?
LADY KIRSTEN. He is sick and tired as yet, but it will pass off. Come!
LADY KIRSTEN. [With a significant look at OLAF.] The young woman comes too!
INGEBORG. You mean that she—!
LADY KIRSTEN. Faithfully has she nursed him; it is only fitting that she be rewarded.
ARNE. And tomorrow the wedding is held!
LADY KIRSTEN. Tomorrow,—that I solemnly swear!
ARNE. I have your word!
HEMMING. [Softly and triumphant, as he brings forth the ring.] And I have Ingeborg's golden ring!
INGEBORG. [Takes the ring from him and says carelessly.] My ring! Aha,—so you have my ring, Hemming! Thanks, I shall now take care of it myself!