But Svanhild, who was eagerest to hear—?
When Falk began, she suddenly took wing
And vanished—
Anna [pointing towards the back].
No, for there she sits—I see her.
Mrs. Halm [sighing].
That child! Heaven knows, she’s past my comprehending!
Miss Jay.
But, Mr. Falk, I thought the lyric’s ending
Was not so rich in—well, in poetry,