LIND.
Falk, your hand! The tide
Of joy's so vehement, it will perforce
Break out—
FALK.
Hullo there; you must first be tried;
Sentence and hanging follow in due course.
Now, what on earth's the matter? To conceal
From me, your friend, this treasure of your finding;
For you'll confess the inference is binding:
You've come into a prize off Fortune's wheel!
LIND.
I've snared and taken Fortune's blessed bird!
FALK.
How? Living,—and undamaged by the steel?
LIND.
Patience; I'll tell the matter in one word.
I am engaged! Conceive—!
FALK [quickly].
Engaged!
LIND.
It's true!
To-day,—with unimagined courage swelling,
I said,—ahem, it will not bear re-telling;—
But only think,—the sweet young maiden grew
Quite rosy-red,—but not at all enraged!
You see, Falk, what I ventured for a bride!
She listened,—and I rather think she cried;
That, sure, means "Yes"?
FALK.
If precedents decide;
Go on.
LIND.
And so we really are—engaged?
FALK.
I should conclude so; but the only way
To be quite certain, is to ask Miss Jay.