Signe. Hm! (A pause.)
Hamar. I am too hot on this sofa. I think I will move. (Gets up. SIGNE begins to hum an air as she rocks herself.) Play me something, Signe!
Signe (singing her words to the air she has been humming). The piano is out of tune.
Hamar. Read to me, then!
Signe (as before, looking out of the window). They are swimming the horses. They are swimming the horses. They are swimming the horses.
Hamar. I think I will go and have a swim too. Or perhaps I will wait till nearer lunch-time.
Signe (as before). So as to have a better appetite—appetite—appetite.
(MRS. TJAELDE comes in from the right, walking slowly.)
Hamar. You look very thoughtful!
Mrs. Tjaelde. Yes, I don't know what to order.