Lind.
Hush; I've a deep foreboding that the man
Will rob me of my treasure, if he can.
The fellow, as we know, comes daily down,
Is rich, unmarried, takes you round the town;
In short, my own, regard it as we will,
There are a thousand things that bode us ill.
Anna [sighing].
Oh, it's too bad; to-day was so delicious!
Falk [sympathetically to Lind].
Don't wreck your joy, unfoundedly suspicious, Don't hoist your flag till time the truth disclose—
Anna.
Great God! Miss Jay is looking; hush, be still!
[She and Lind withdraw in different directions. Falk [looking after Lind].
So to the ruin of his youth he goes.
Guldstad. [Who has meantime been conversing on the steps with Mrs. Halm and Miss Jay, approaches Falk and slaps him on the shoulder.
Well, brooding on a poem?
