SVANHILD.
And time—
MRS. HALM.
How long? Bethink you, fortune's calling!
SVANHILD [with a quiet smile].
Only a little; till the leaves are falling.
[She goes towards the verandah; MRS. HALM seeks
out GULDSTAD.
STRAWMAN [among the guests].
One lesson, friends, we learn from this example!
Tho' Doubt's beleaguering forces hem us in,
The Truth upon the Serpents's head shall trample,
The cause of Love shall win—
GUESTS.
Yes, Love shall win!
[They embrace and kiss, pair by pair. Outside to
the left are heard song and laughter.
MISS JAY.
What can this mean?
ANNA.
The students!
LIND.
The quartette,
Bound for the mountains;—and I quite forgot
To tell them—