Oh, how should I know? [_Flinging her arms round her sister’s neck._] But the world seems to me so rich and beautiful since the moment when he told me that he held me dear. MARGIT. Why, Signë, Signë, I cannot understand that you should so quickly—! You scarce knew him before to-day. SIGNË. Oh, ’tis but little I yet know of love; but this I know that what the song says is true: Full swiftly ’tis sown; ere a moment speeds by, Deep, deep in the heart love is rooted for aye— MARGIT. So be it; and since so it is, I need no longer hold aught concealed from you. Ah— [_She stops suddenly, as she sees_ KNUT _and_ GUDMUND _approaching._ KNUT. [_In a tone of satisfaction._] Ha, this is as I would have it, Gudmund. Here is my hand! MARGIT. [_To herself._] What is this? GUDMUND. [_To_ KNUT.] And here is mine! [_They shake hands._ KNUT. But now we must each of us name who it is— GUDMUND. Good. Here at Solhoug, among so many fair women, I have found her whom— KNUT. I too. And I will bear her home this very night, if it be needful. MARGIT. [_Who has approached unobserved._] All saints in heaven! GUDMUND. [_Nods to_ KNUT.] The same is my intent! SIGNË. [_Who has also been listening._] Gudmund! GUDMUND AND KNUT. [_Whispering to each other, as they both point at_ SIGNË.] There she is! GUDMUND. [_Starting._] Aye, mine. KNUT. [_Likewise._] No, mine! MARGIT. [_Softly, half bewildered._] Signë! GUDMUND. [_As before, to_ KNUT.] What mean you by that? KNUT. I mean that ’tis Signë whom I— GUDMUND. Signë! Signë is my betrothed in the sight of God. MARGIT. [_With a cry._] It was she! No—no! GUDMUND. [_To himself, as he catches sight of her._] Margit! She has heard everything. KNUT. Ho, ho! So this is how it stands? Nay, Dame Margit, ’tis needless to put on such an air of wonder; now I understand everything. MARGIT.