The secret that we share alone with one.
’Twas good of you to listen: now enfold it
Deep in your heart,—warm, glowing, as I told it.
[He goes out in the background to the others. Falk looks after him a moment, and paces up and down in the garden, visibly striving to master his agitation. Presently Svanhild comes out with a shawl on her arm, and is going towards the back. Falk approaches and gazes at her fixedly. Svanhild stops.
Svanhild [after a short pause].
You gaze so at me!
Falk [half to himself].
Yes, ’tis there—the same;
The shadow in her eyes’ deep mirror sleeping,
The roguish elf about her lips a-peeping,