SHERIFF. You are not afraid of me, are you?—Oh, no!—Look me in the face, Kersti. I have dandled you on my knees when you were a little child, and I have held your pretty head in my hands.... Yes, you have a very pretty head, and a forehead that makes me think of a bull. That's why you are having your own way now, I suppose.
[He lets go of her.
GRANDFATHER. Let us leave the young ones alone!
Alt rise, walk past MATS and KERSTI, and disappear through the door in the rear.
BRITA. [Who is the last to leave, spits scornfully as she passes KERSTI] Fie!
MATS. [Spitting in the same way] Fie yourself!
KERSTI and MATS are left alone.
MATS. I hope you will feel at home with me, Kersti!
KERSTI. With you, yes!
MATS. What have you to do with the others?