In the doorway she encounters
Hadda, looks at her, pats her cheek, and disappears.]
HADDA PADDA [enters with a water jug in her hand, walks up to a
flower in the window].
INGOLF [enters and steals up to her].
INGOLF. Now I know the secret. You are going with me to
Copenhagen. Hadda Padda, Hadda Padda, I love you! Let me sing to
you. [He takes both her hands and while he sings, wild with joy,
she hums the tune.]
You shall stand upon my skis,
In a mad precipitation
We, together, cleave the breeze:
We will,
My daffodil!
To the place where we'll abide
On my white horse you'll be riding:
Clouds of dust the moon will hide--
They will,
My daffodil!
[He lifts her in his arms. The sun is shining through the window
and lights up the room.]
HADDA PADDA [stretches her arms toward the light]. It is as though
I had wings. [Turns round in his arms, and folds him in her
embrace.] I will fly to my happiness.
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ACT II
(The following summer. A drawing-room in the Sheriff's house. The
furniture old-fashioned and elaborate. On the left, a door leading
to the dining-room.
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