Ljot. I think I shall go in. It is hard to tell when Einar will be back. When he is out hunting he forgets everything.
Sølvi. I love you, Ljot! You have not been out of my thoughts since the first time I saw you. Everything reminds me of you—the sun, the sky—
Ljot. I too have been happy in seeing you and talking with you. (Stands still as death.) This morning, right after you had gone, my father told me that on his way home from town he had seen his old friend,—and my father wanted me to promise myself to the son of his old friend, but I would not, because I was thinking of you. Then my mother came and talked to me—and I gave in. I could not do anything else.
Sølvi. Why did I not speak before! You won't feel hurt at what I say, Ljot? You must not let your parents decide your life. That is for you to do.
Ljot. You don't know my father. If he thought I was standing here talking to you, I can't tell what he would do.
Sølvi. I am convinced your parents have but one wish, and that is for your happiness.
Ljot. I don't know. My mother does not say much about happiness; she does her duty—and I know mine. (Turns toward the tent.)
Sølvi. Are you going?
Ljot. It is better that we two should not meet again—it would only cause us suffering. (Moves away.)
Sølvi (following her). You don't realize what you are about to do! You will be committing a terrible crime—against all the wonderful days that life meant us two to have together. For you do care for me, Ljot, don't you? (Ljot is silent.) I thought you cared for me. When you spoke to me this morning you blushed, and I thought it was your heart that gave me its promise. The joy of it overwhelmed me.