[With an outburst of pleasure.] The wreath! Oh, that will be glorious!

[In surprise.] Have you brought the wreath Ragnar?

I promised the foreman I would.

[Relieved.] Ah, then I suppose you father is better?

No.

Was he not cheered by what I wrote?

It came too late.

Too late!

When she came with it he was unconscious. He had had a stroke.

Why, then, you must go home to him! You must attend to your father!