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Mrs. Halm [to herself]. Who would have fancied Svanhild was so sly?
[Vivaciously to Guldstad.
But no—I can't think. Guldstad. Put it to the test. Mrs. Halm. Now, on the spot? Guldstad Yes, and decisively! Mrs. Halm [giving him her hand]. God's blessing with you! Guldstad [gravely]. Thanks, it may bestead.
[Comes to the front.
Mrs. Halm [looking back as she goes towards the house]. Whichever way it goes, my child is sped.
[Goes in.
Guldstad [approaching Falk].
It's late, I think?
Falk.
Ten minutes and I go.
