Knut.
Nay, to that you need give but little thought. As yet there is no one here, save Dame Margit, that knows aught of the matter; and so long as I am your friend, you have one in whom you can trust securely. Now I must tell you—
[He proceeds in a whisper as they go up again.
Signë.
[As she and Margit again advance.] But tell me then, Margit—!
Margit.
More I dare not tell you.
Signë.
Then will I be more open-hearted than you. But first answer me one question. [Bashfully, with hesitation.] Is there—is there no one who has told you anything concerning me?
Margit.
Concerning you? Nay, what should that be?
Signë.
[As before, looking downwards.] You said to me this morning: if a wooer came riding hither—?
Margit.
That is true. [To herself.] Knut Gesling—has he already—? [Eagerly, to Signë.] Well? What then?