RANNVEIG [gets up]. Well, I can't let you go barefooted. [Goes
out.]

INGOLF. You are shrewd, Hadda Padda!--Now, tell it to me.

HADDA PADDA. First, kiss me!

INGOLF [kisses her].

HADDA PADDA. Do you think you will miss me very much when you are
gone?

INGOLF. How can you ask?

RANNVEIG [enters from the back, with the stockings in her hand]. I
knew as much. I was right.--[Sees them embracing.]--I might have
saved myself the trouble of looking for the stockings. [Turns
round, and goes out.]

HADDA PADDA. Ingolf!

INGOLF. Yes--

HADDA PADDA. Now listen:--

THE JUDGE [enters from the back].

INGOLF [looks impatiently at his watch, and walks toward the door
on the right.]