KRISTRUN. Hf--! In carrying me?

INGOLF. In feeling the weight of your body. In that way, I could
bear you to the end of the world.

KRISTRUN [hops down, looks straight into his eyes]. Really now, I
refuse to listen to such foolishness. ... Only look kindly at me
once, instead of bearing me to the end of the world. [Sits down.]

INGOLF. Kindly!--Kristrun, do I deserve the cruelty you have shown
me these last days.--Every moment of the day you have felt my soul
streaming out to you, yet you choose the most common terms to
describe my feelings, and pretend not to recognize them. I have
been inventing new pet-names for you all the time, so that no one
should have as pretty a name as you, so that you should have a
prettier name to-day than you had yesterday. You pretend not to
hear them. I have shown you every tenderness, but by your pretence
you keep it at sword's length from you. You have been torturing me
in this way now for three days. ... Look kindly at you! Why, every
time I look at you, you see my eyes shine through a tearfilled
dimness ...

KRISTRUN. Have you seen it in the glass?

INGOLF [keeps silent for a while, bites his lips, turns away from
her]. Some women should not be allowed to be pretty.

KRISTRUN [laughs, dangling her foot]. Quite right. But men in
turn, ought to be obliged to be handsome--otherwise they are