LADY ANNA [putting aside her needlework]. Well, I'm coming--[Goes
out.]

RANNVEIG [walks slowly to the centre of the room, stands looking
at the terra cotta statue]. When you dream something, you don't
want to come true, you ought to tell it to some one--better to a
stone than to no one. [Hands folded, she walks slowly up to the
statue, whispering in its ear,] I dreamed of a beautiful and
marvellous diamond palace. I walked around it, but it had no
doors. No one could get in. If any one were inside, he could not
get out. I heard weeping inside the palace. It seemed to tear my
heart. I recognised the weeping?--[She passes her hand over her
eyes, looks at the statue a long time, walks away from it, looks
back at it once more, and goes out. In the doorway she encounters
Hadda, looks at her, pats her cheek, and disappears.]

HADDA PADDA [enters with a water jug in her hand, walks up to a
flower in the window].

INGOLF [enters and steals up to her].

INGOLF. Now I know the secret. You are going with me to
Copenhagen. Hadda Padda, Hadda Padda, I love you! Let me sing to
you. [He takes both her hands and while he sings, wild with joy,
she hums the tune.]

You shall stand upon my skis,
In a mad precipitation
We, together, cleave the breeze: