"[...]leave him as utterly as a midsummer night's dream without some clue as to her origin and destination. "Will you not tell me your name?" She ... Show synopsis "[...]leave him as utterly as a midsummer night's dream without some clue as to her origin and destination. "Will you not tell me your name?" She drew herself erect with a look of indignation. "Sir, I do not know you. The maidens of Norway do not give their names to strangers." "Pardon me," he replied, somewhat abashed. "I mean no offense. We have watched the midnight sun together, and-and-I thought-" He paused, feeling very foolish, and unable to conclude his sentence. She looked at him demurely from under her long, curling lashes. "You will often find a peasant girl on the shores of the Altenfjord watching the midnight sun at the same time as yourself," she said, and there was a suspicion of laughter in her voice. "It is not unusual. It is not even necessary that you should remember so little a thing." "Necessary or not, I shall never forget it," he said with sudden impetuosity. "You are no peasant! Come; if I give you my name will you still deny me yours?" Her delicate brows drew together in a frown of haughty and decided refusal. "No[...]."