How if we should go out upon the lawn,
And see if there's no prospect of them yet?

MISS JAY [drawing on her mantle].
It's cool already.

MRS. HALM.
Svanhild, will you get
My woollen shawl?--Come ladies, pray!

LIND [to ANNA, unobserved by the others].
Go on!

[SVANHILD goes into the house; the others, except
FALK, go towards the back and out to the left.
LIND, who has followed, stops and returns.

LIND.
My friend!

FALK.
Ah, ditto.

LIND.
Falk, your hand! The tide
Of joy's so vehement, it will perforce
Break out--

FALK.
Hullo there; you must first be tried;