INGEBORG. Hush! they are approaching.
OLAF. [In an undertone.] Tell me, mother! how goes it with her?
LADY KIRSTEN. Well enough, as I knew before.
OLAF. Then she knows how to comfort herself?
LADY KIRSTEN. [Smiling.] It seems so. Only wait! This very evening you shall know for certain.
OLAF. What do you mean?
LADY KIRSTEN. I mean that she is a sly witch. All her fair words have been deceitful wiles.
OLAF. No, no, mother!
LADY KIRSTEN. That we shall see! Alfhild is happy and gay,—so much I know.
OLAF. It were well for me if she were!