SVANHILD. Guide me, I obey. MRS. HALM Thanks, child. [_Pointing to_ GULDSTAD. He is a rich and _comme il faut Parti_; and since there’s nothing in the way— SVANHILD. Yes, there is one condition I require!— To leave this place. MRS. HALM. Precisely his desire. SVANHILD. And time— MRS. HALM. How long? Bethink you, fortune’s calling! SVANHILD [_with a quiet smile_]. Only a little; till the leaves are falling. [_She goes towards the verandah;_ MRS. HALM _seeks out_ GULDSTAD. STRAWMAN [_among the guests_]. One lesson, friends, we learn from this example! Tho’ Doubt’s beleaguering forces hem us in, Yet Truth upon the Serpent’s head shall trample, The cause of Love shall win— GUESTS. Yes, Love shall win! [_They embrace and kiss, pair by pair. Outside to the left are heard song and laughter._ MISS JAY. What can this mean? ANNA. The students! LIND. The quartette, Bound for the mountains;—and I quite forgot To tell them— [_The_ STUDENTS _come in to the left and remain standing at the entrance._ A STUDENT [_to_ LIND]. Here we are upon the spot! MRS. HALM. It’s Lind you seek, then? MISS JAY. That’s unfortunate. He’s just engaged— AN AUNT. And so, you may be sure, He cannot think of going on a tour. THE STUDENTS. Engaged! ALL THE STUDENTS. Congratulations! LIND [_to his comrades_]. Thanks, my friends! THE STUDENT [_to his comrades_]. There goes our whole fish-kettle in the fire! Our tenor lost! No possible amends! FALK [_Coming from the right, in summer suit, with student’s cap, knapsack and stick._ _I_’ll sing the tenor in young Norway’s choir! THE STUDENTS.