Falk.
Well, but the Parson and his—dear?
Lind.
Yes, they're remarkable. There broods above
Them such placidity, such quietude,—
Conceive, she can't remember being wooed,
Has quite forgotten what is meant by love.
Falk.
Ah yes, when one has slumber'd over long,
The birds of memory refuse their song.
[Laying his hand on Lind's shoulder, with an ironical look.
You, Lind, slept sound last night, I guarantee?
Lind.
And long. I went to bed in such depression,
And yet with such a fever in my brain,
I almost doubted if I could be sane.
Falk.
Ah yes, a sort of witchery, you see.
Lind.
Thank God I woke in perfect self-possession.
[During the foregoing scene Strawman has been seen from time to time walking in the background in lively conversation with Anna; Mrs. Strawman and the children follow. Miss Jay now appears also, and with her Mrs. Halm and other ladies.
