[Caresses her with emotion.
Lind [seizing Falk’s hand].
My friend, I walk in rapt intoxication!
Falk.
Hold! As a plighted man you are a member
Of Rapture’s Temperance-association.
Observe its rules;—no orgies here, remember!
[Turning to Guldstad sympathetically.
Well, my good sir!
Guldstad [beaming with pleasure].