f being deceived.

Riis and Mrs. Riis (together, starting up from their chairs). You,
Svava?

Svava. I was quite young at the time. Like most young girls, I was
looking for my ideal, and found it in a young, vivacious man--I won't
describe him more accurately. He had--oh, the noblest principles and the
highest aims--the most complete contrast to you in that respect father!
To say I loved him, is much too mild; I worshipped him. But I never can
tell you what I discovered or how I discovered it. It was the time when
you all thought I had--

Mrs. Riis.--something wrong with your lungs? Is it possible, child? Was
it then?

Svava. Yes, it was then.--No one could endure or forgive being deceived
like that!

Mrs. Riis. And you never said a word to me?

Svava. Only those who have made such a mistake as I did can understand
the shame one feels.--Well, it is all over now. But this much is
certain, that no one who has had such an experience once will make the
same mistake again. (Meanwhile RIIS has gone into his room.)

Mrs. Riis. Perhaps it was a good thing for you, after all?

Svava. I am sure it was.--Well, it is all done with now. But it was not
quite done with till I found Alfred. Where is father?

Mrs. Riis. Your father? Here he comes.

Riis (coming out of his room, with his hat on, and drawing on his
gloves). Look here, little girl! I must go and see what has happened to
my luggage at the Customs. I will go to the station and telegraph. You
must have all your things looking very nice, you know, because the King
is coming here in a day or two--and so it is worth it! Good-bye, then,
my dear girl! (Kisses her.) You have made us very happy--so very happy.
It is true you have certain ideas that are not--. Well, never mind!
Goodbye! (Goes out.)

Mrs. Riis. Good-bye!

Riis (drawing off his gloves). Did you notice the tune I was playing
when you came in? (Sits down at the piano.) I heard it everywhere in
Germany. (Begins to play and sing, but stops short.) But, bless my soul,
here is the music! You can play it and sing it for yourself. (Goes out,
humming the air.)

Svava. He is delightful! There is really something so innocent about
him. Did you notice him yesterday? He was simply coruscating.

Mrs. Riis. You did not see yourself, my dear!

Svava. Why? Was I sparkling, too?

Mrs. Riis. Your father's daughter--absolutely!

Svava. Yes, it is no use denying, mother, that however great one's
happiness is, the fri