And the Lord
in heaven knows you promised me a thing, but it means so little to you;
you take a pleasure in putting me off and beating me down with your great
white wings."
"Great white wings," she murmured to herself.
"Yes, you might have great red wings. Look at yourself now, standing there
all lovely as you are, and all for nothing."
"Oh, I think the wine has gone to my head! All for nothing, indeed!"
Then suddenly she takes his hand and leads him down the steps. I can hear
her voice: "Why should I care? Does he imagine Elisabet's so much better?"
They pass along the path to the summer-house. Here she hesitates, and
stops.
"Oh, where are we going?" she asks. "Haha, we must be mad! You wouldn't
have thought I was mad, would you? I'm not, either--that is to say, yes, I
am, now and again. There, the door's locked; very well, we'll go away
again. But what a mean trick to lock the door, when we want to go in."
Full of bitterness and suspicion, he answered:
"Now, you're cheating again.
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