[Sits down.]

KRISTRUN. You act as if Hrafnhild were still your sweetheart.

INGOLF. What do you mean?

KRISTRUN. I thought you wanted to show me the greater
consideration. But it is quite the contrary. Sometimes you are
positively hard to me, just to spare Hrafnhild every conceivable
annoyance.

INGOLF. Do you remember the day after--. When she walked around
trying to smile to every one. She was like a sick butterfly. You
didn't complain then that I was too considerate to her.

KRISTRUN [disregarding his remark]. You and she--you wear the
rings--you are the lovers in every one's opinion! And I have to
endure it.

INGOLF. You gave your consent for us to wear the rings till we
leave here.

KRISTRUN. My consent, yes! If it is a consent that you made me
pity her. I don't think she needs any pity now.

INGOLF. Yes, it is very strange,--to-day, to-day and yesterday she
has been tingling with joy.

KRISTRUN [sitting down]. Now you can see how deeply her love
touched her. After ONE week she's as though nothing had ever