Ah no; this time at least
Right through, though the path may be never so strait!
[He runs towards the hut; at the same moment Solveig appears in the doorway, dressed for church, with a psalm-book wrapped in a kerchief, and a staff in her hand. She stands there erect and mild.
Peer.
[Flings himself down on the threshold.]
Hast thou doom for a sinner, then speak it forth!
Solveig.
He is here! He is here! Oh, to God be the praise!
[Stretches out her arms as though groping for him.
Peer.