Håkon speaks wrathfully to him. [Starts back, with a cry, from the window.] Lord Jesus! Saw you his eyes—and his smile——! No, that was not the Earl!
Margrete.
[Who has followed her in terror.] ’Twas not Håkon either! Neither one nor the other!
Sigrid.
[At the window.] Oh pitiful! Oh pitiful!
Margrete.
Sigrid!
Lady Ragnhild.
You here!
Sigrid.