him and asks gently:
Falk, are you angry?

FALK.
No, I only brood,--

SVANHILD [with thoughtful sympathy].
You seem to be two natures, still at feud,--
Unreconciled--

FALK.
I know it well.

SVANHILD [impetuously].
But why?

FALK [losing self-control].
Why, why? Because I hate to go about
With soul bared boldly to the vulgar eye,
As Jock and Jennie hang their passions out;
To wear my glowing heart upon my sleeve,
Like women in low dresses. You, alone,
Svanhild, you only,--you, I did believe,--
Well, it is past, that dream, for ever flown.--

[She goes to the summer-house and looks out;
he follows.

You listen--?