Guldstad.
Why, you see, you are a letter’d man;
How monstrous were it if your skill’d design
Were ruined by a bungler’s hand like mine!
[Retires to the background.
Falk [in passing, to Lind].
Yes, you were right; the merchant’s really scheming
The ruin of your new-won happiness.
Lind [aside to Anna].
Now then you see, my doubting was not dreaming;