MARGIT.
[With a cry.] It was she! No—no!
GUDMUND.
[To himself, as he catches sight of her.] Margit! She has heard everything.
KNUT.
Ho, ho! So this is how it stands? Nay, Dame Margit, 'tis needless to put on such an air of wonder; now I understand everything.
MARGIT.
[To SIGNE.] But not a moment ago you said—? [Suddenly grasping the situation.] 'Twas Gudmund you meant!
SIGNE.
[Astonished.] Yes, did you not know it! But what ails you, Margit?