My brain is filled with foolish fantasies
That carry me beyond my reasoning self.
I pray your pardon. Think no more of me,
Save as the subject of a merry tale—
How a mad maiden loved a sun-dial,
And very dearly, too! I have some news
To give you comfort. Hilda has been here.
She is alive and well.
Flor.Then Heaven be thanked!
Vav. But stay—you met her as you came?