KRISTRUN. Be calm. The prince won't come. And even if he came--do
you think we have the same life-egg, I and Hrafnhild?

RANNVEIG. Now stop making fun of me! The ball may hit you in the
face--there now!--that's enough!--you nearly dazed my Hadda. It is
strange to like to do this. [Picks up the ball, and puts it back
on the velvet.]

KRISTRUN. Tell me, Veiga, perhaps your life-egg was a young man's
heart. ...

RANNVEIG. We won't talk about it any more.

KRISTRUN. And how did it break?

RANNVEIG [enraged]. At least I didn't play with it. _I_ never
played with anybody else's feelings.

KRISTRUN. There--there, don't snarl so, you're simply barking--
bow, wow!

RANNVEIG [furious]. How many have you made fools of already?

KRISTRUN. Let me see--. [Counts on her fingers.] One, two, three,
four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, [throws off one shoe,
and counts on her toes] eleven ... twelve ... thirteen--ah! here's
a hole in my stocking. Thirteen! Thirteen, Veiga dear! The unlucky
number! Wonderful! I'll never throw him over!