]
INGOLF. It is Hrafnhild. [Loosens his embrace.]
KRISTRUN [throws her arms around his neck, and clings to him]. Why
don't you want her to see?
INGOLF [trying to free himself]. You are not so heartless,
Kristrun!
HADDA PADDA [opens the door. In her hand, she has a bouquet of
violets, freshly gathered. A subdued smile lights up her face. As
soon as she looks in, her features become distorted with horror.
She takes half a step backwards, holding her hand before her eyes,
as if to ward off a blow. A feeble cry, filled with pain, as if
torn by force from the throat is expressed in the word No!]
KRISTRUN. It is I you love! It is I you love!
INGOLF [tears himself away]. Let me talk to Hrafnhild alone.
Hadda Padda stands motionless in the doorway, so that Kristrun has
to pass her.
INGOLF. May I close the door and talk to you? [Hadda Padda moves
within the door frame, and leans against it.]
INGOLF. Hadda, you have seen now that I am no longer worthy of
your love.
HADDA PADDA. I have seen nothing. [Throws the bouquet on the
table, and sits down on the chaise-longue, with her face turned
toward the window.
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