Signe. Yes! (Points out of the window.) There is the culprit! He is waiting, Valborg, for you to come, in maiden meditation, with the bouquet in your hands—as you came just now—
Mrs. Tjaelde. (getting up). No, it is your father he is waiting for. Ah, he sees him now. (Goes out by the verandah.)
Signe. Yes, it really is father—riding a bay horse!
Hamar (getting up). On a bay horse! Let us go and say "how do you do" to the bay horse!
Signe. N—o, no!
Hamar. You won't come and say "how do you do" to the bay horse? A cavalry officer's wife must love horses next best to her husband.
Signe. And he his wife next best to his horses.
Hamar. What? Are you jealous of a horse?
Signe. Oh, I know very well you have never been so fond of me as you are of horses.
Hamar. Come along! (Pulls her up out of her chair.)