LADY KIRSTEN. [Aloud.] Hemming! I am much indebted to you for finding my son again and for otherwise being of help to me; now I shall make requital,—I shall to the limit of my power stand by you in the matter we just spoke of.
HEMMING. [Overcome with joy.] You! You will! Lady Kirsten! Alas, great God and holy saints! I hardly dare believe it.
LADY KIRSTEN. [Stops.] But Lord Olaf, your son! What do you think he will say?
LADY KIRSTEN. He will not interpose any objection,—I shall see to that.
HEMMING. [Unsuspecting.] Yes, truly, it would be best for him too, for I know she cares little for him.
LADY KIRSTEN. [Smiling.] That I have noticed, Hemming!
HEMMING. Have you! Well, you are so clever, Lady Kirsten! And I who thought that I was the only one who had noticed it.
HEMMING. [Doubtfully.] Do you think that Lord Arne will give his consent?
LADY KIRSTEN. Your master? I shall know how to talk him into it,—that will not be so difficult.
HEMMING. You think so? Alas, but I am so poor a man.