[Pointing to the garden.
Svanhild [gently].
Yes, I remember you can drive a stone.
Falk [with a scornful laugh].
This is your vaunted soul of freedom therefore!
All daring, if it had an end to dare for!
[Vehemently.
I’ve shown you one; now, once for all, your yea
Or nay.
Svanhild.