INGOLF. Now do you think she said it because she was so sure?

KRISTRUN [does not answer]. "SHE held the love of the finest man
in Iceland! ..." Do you love me, Ingolf?

INGOLF. You don't need to ask, Kristrun.

KRISTRUN. Do you love me?

INGOLF. I love you.

KRISTRUN [runs to the chaise-longue, and throws herself upon it;
she sobs audibly].

INGOLF. What is the matter with you, Kristrun?

KRISTRUN. Why don't you take me in your arms?

INGOLF. Now I am--Do you still doubt? I lived behind a dark, dark
wall. Through a crack in the wall a streak of light came in. I
loved this streak. Then one day the wall tumbled down, and I
bathed in a white sea of sunshine. Now I see that I only cared for
Hrafnhild because of the natural likeness between you.

KRISTRUN. Do you think I would ever have let you suspect that I
cared for you, if I did not know that you had stopped loving
Hrafnhild. I began to care for you a long time ago, Ingolf. When I
saw how happy Hrafnhild was, it seemed to dawn upon me how
splendid you are. Every one envied her. You can imagine how I