Nordan.—the whole pack of Christensens will be here? I know that. Go away now.
Riis. Nordan! (Whispers to him.)
Nordan. Yes, yes!—Quite so!—No, of course not! (Tries to stop his whispering.) Do you suppose I don't know what I am about? Be off with you! (SVAVA comes in, as her father goes out.)
Svava. Dear Uncle Nordan! At last, somebody that will agree with me!
Nordan. Am I?
Svava. Oh, Uncle Nordan, you don't know what these days have been like!
Nordan. And the nights too, I expect?—although, with all that, you don't look so bad.
Svava. The last night or two I have slept.
Nordan. Really? Then I see how things stand. You are a tough customer, you are!
Svava. Oh, don't begin saying a lot of things you don't mean, uncle.