[Sieglinde's true designs come to light: to gather for herself a retinue of ruggedly handsome men.]

Here is a countenance more befitting a maiden.

[So he teases warmly, pleased to see her shed her solemn pall even if for only a moment. Well does he know the sharp ache of finding one cherished so suddenly stolen.]

Yet I find myself astounded, for how can it be that there was none to teach you all that you have learned?