What are you thinking?
HADDA PADDA [walks a few steps and stops behind him]. I was lying
down outside in the garden to-day. I could not keep awake. I
dreamed I stood outside the Cathedral. It was dark inside, but all
along the church floor, on either side, was a straight row of
unlit candles. I remember all the white soft wicks, peeping half
out, waiting for light. Then a sudden gust of wind swept through
the whole church, and as it grazed the wicks, all the candles were
lighted.
INGOLF [keeps silent].
HADDA PADDA. What do you think the dream means? I think it means
happiness.
INGOLF. You must not deprive your dream of its beauty by
interpreting it.
HADDA PADDA. Happiness comes to us like a beautiful dream that we
don't dare to interpret.
INGOLF. You have promised to trust me as much as you love me.
HADDA PADDA. I see the future mirrored in those days we lived
together.
INGOLF. I love you, Hadda Padda.
HADDA PADDA. Your words are the light, your caresses are the
warmth. Give me both, Ingolf. Kiss me.
INGOLF [kisses her].
HADDA PADDA. And I should not trust you? Has not a sacred hour
welded our hearts together? And have you not placed your life in
my hands?--Do you remember last summer, when I visited your home,
how you lowered me with a rope down the Angelica Gorge? I have not
often lived so exquisite an hour.
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