pride. I have known other women. They came to me without first
listening to my heart ... but you did not.

HADDA PADDA. I looked into your eyes. I saw the flame in them
increase, the longer they gazed at me.

INGOLF. The human heart is like the mountains: they give no echo
if we get too near.

HADDA PADDA [lets herself slide down at Ingolf's knees, so that he
sits bending over her]. Let me look at you for a long time.--How
long your eyelashes are! Each time you blink, it is as though
invisible petals were sprinkled upon me.

INGOLF [closing her hands in his]. Now you have no hands. ...
Shall I give them to you again? [Lets go, but looks at her one
hand lying in his.] Your nails have a tinge like that of ice in
sunshine.

HADDA PADDA [withdraws her hand, laughing, and gets up]. I am just
thinking ...

INGOLF. What are you thinking?

HADDA PADDA [walks a few steps and stops behind him]. I was lying
down outside in the garden to-day. I could not keep awake. I
dreamed I stood outside the Cathedral. It was dark inside, but all
along the church floor, on either side, was a straight row of
unlit candles. I remember all the white soft wicks, peeping half
out, waiting for light. Then a sudden gust of wind swept through