to-morrow morning while I am getting ready to go. Then you'd spare
me the anxiety. Take Steindor with you, will you?

INGOLF [gets up. All doubt leaves his mind as he looks into her
face and he is ashamed of the unworthy suspicion that had touched
his soul]. Yes, Hrafnhild, don't be distressed. We shall find your
pearls.--Aren't you coming with me?

HADDA. PADDA. No, I will wait for the children.

INGOLF. Good-night, Hrafnhild. [Goes.]

HADDA PADDA. Good-night. [Looks after him for a long time. Her
eyes fill with tears, and she throws herself down weeping
violently. Soon the voices of children, laughing, are heard near
by. She looks up, passes her hand over her eyes, hears the
children's footsteps and lies down again as if asleep.]

THE CHILDREN [enter. In addition to the berries, each of them
carries a bouquet of flowers].

LITTLE SKULI. She's asleep. [He takes his bouquet, and those of
the others, placing them around her head.]

The children sit down quietly, eating their berries.

CURTAIN