returns alone, locks the door on the inside, and falls on her
knees at a prie-dieu. A number of violent blows are directed
against the door from without, while the tumult in the church
continues to increase. Then silence is restored, as Olof descends
from the pulpit. His forehead is bleeding and he wears a haggard
look.)

Olof (dropping into a chair without perceiving Christine).
In vain! They will not! I take the fetters from the prisoner, and
he hits me. I tell him he is free, and he doesn't believe me. Is
that word "free" so big, then, that it can't be contained in a
human brain? Oh, that I had one at least who believed--but to be
alone--a fool whom no one understands--

Christine (coming forward). I believe in you, Olof!

Olof. Christine!

Christine. _You_ are right!

Olof. How do you know?

Christine. I can't tell, but I believe it. I have been listening
to you.

Olof. And you do not curse me?

Christine. You are preaching the word of God, are you not?

Olof. I am!