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Thora.
Oh, how we have misjudged you!
Stensgård.
Have you?
Thora.
It was your own fault No, no; it was ours. Oh, what would I not do to atone for our error.
Stensgård.
Would you? You yourself? Would you really?
Thora.
All of us would; if we only knew
The Chamberlain.
Refreshments for these gentlemen, my child.
Thora.
They are just coming.
[She retires towards the door again, where a Servant at the same moment appears with cake and wine, which are handed round.
Stensgård.
Oh, my dear Lundestad! I feel like a conquering god.
Lundestad.
So you must have felt yesterday, I suppose.
Stensgård.
Pooh! This is something quite different; the final triumph; the crown of all! There is a glory, a halo, over my life.
Lundestad.
Oho; dreams of love!
