—with splendid hunting-grounds stretching for miles around it.
Maia.
Are there works of art too in this castle?
Ulfheim.
[Slowly.] Well, no—it’s true there are no works of art; but——
Maia.
[Relieved.] Ah! that’s one good thing, at any rate!
Ulfheim.
Will you go with me, then—as far and as long as I want you?
Maia.