You know the answer I must make you:
I never can accept you in your way.
Falk [coldly, breaking off].
Then there’s an end of it; the world may take you!
[Svanhild has silently turned away. She supports her hands upon the verandah railing, and rests her head upon them.
Falk.
[Walks several times up and down, takes a cigar, stops near her and says, after a pause:
You think the topic of my talk to-night
Extremely ludicrous, I should not wonder?
[Pauses for an answer. Svanhild is silent.