INGEBORG. [Softly.] Then say "yes" right here on the spot! Otherwise I shall proclaim to all people that it was I who—
ARNE. Hush, hush! I am saying "yes"!
[Steps between them and looks sternly at HEMMING.]
ARNE. It was you then who stole my dapple-gray horse with saddle and bridle?
HEMMING. Alas, Lord Arne!—
ARNE. O Hemming! Hemming! You are a—
[Stops to consider.]
ARNE. Well, you are my daughter's betrothed; let it all be forgotten.
HEMMING AND INGEBORG. O, thanks, thanks!