MARGIT.
[In an almost toneless voice.] Nay, nothing, nothing.
KNUT.
[To MARGIT.] And this morning, when you made me give my word that I would stir no strife here to-night—you already knew that Gudmund Alfson was coming. Ha, ha, think not that you can hoodwink Knut Gesling! Signe has become dear to me. Even this morning 'twas but my hasty vow that drove me to seek her hand; but now—
SIGNE.
[To MARGIT.] He? Was this the wooer that was in your mind?
MARGIT.
Hush, hush!
KNUT.
[Firmly and harshly.] Dame Margit—you are her elder sister; you shall give me an answer.