Sentence and hanging follow in due course.
Now, what on earth's the matter? To conceal
From me, your friend, this treasure of your finding;
For you'll confess the inference is binding:
You've come into a prize off Fortune's wheel!

LIND.
I've snared and taken Fortune's blessed bird!

FALK.
How? Living,--and undamaged by the steel?

LIND.
Patience; I'll tell the matter in one word.
I am engaged! Conceive--!

FALK [quickly].
Engaged!

LIND.
It's true!
To-day,--with unimagined courage swelling,
I said,--ahem, it will not bear re-telling;--
But only think,--the sweet young maiden grew
Quite rosy-red,--but not at all enraged!
You see, Falk, what I ventured for a bride!
She listened,--and I rather think she cried;
That, sure, means "Yes"?

FALK.