FALK
[losing self-control].
Why, why? Because I hate to go about
With soul bared boldly to the vulgar eye,
As Jock and Jennie hang their passions out;
To wear my glowing heart upon my sleeve,
Like women in low dresses. You, alone,
Svanhild, you only,--you, I did believe,--
Well, it is past, that dream, for ever flown.--
[She goes to the summer-house and looks out; he follows.]
You listen--?
