SIGNE.
[To MARGIT, as they come forward beside the house.] I understand you not. You speak as though an unlooked-for happiness had befallen you. What is in your mind?
MARGIT.
Signe—you are still a child; you know not what it means to have ever in your heart the dread of— [Suddenly breaking off.] Think, Signe, what it must be to wither and die without ever having lived.
SIGNE.
[Looks at her in astonishment, and shakes her head.] Nay, but,
Margit—?
MARGIT.
Aye, aye, you do not understand, but none the less—
[They go up again, talking to each other. GUDMUND and KNUT come down on the other side.