Valborg. But I can see what you are after. How dare you presume to think of persecuting me with your flowers and your—your red hands? (He puts his hands behind his back.) How dare you make me a laughing-stock to every one in the house, and I suppose to every one in the town?
Sannaes. I—I—I—
Valborg. And what about me? Don't you think I deserve a little consideration? You will be turned out of the house before long, if you do not take care—! Now be quick and get away before the others come in. (SANNAES turns away, holding his hands in front of him, and goes out by the verandah to the right. At the same moment TJAELDE is seen coming at the other end of the verandah, followed by HAMAR and SIGNE.)
Tjaelde. Yes, it is a fine horse.
Hamar. Fine? I don't believe there is its equal in the country.
Tjaelde. I dare say. Did you notice that he hadn't turned a hair?
Hamar. What glorious lungs! And such a beauty, too—his head, his legs, his neck—! I never saw such a beauty!
Tjaelde. Yes, he is a handsome beast. (Looks out of the verandah at the yacht.) Have you been out for a sail?
Hamar. I was sailing among the islands last night, and came back this morning with the fishing-boats—a delightful sail!
Tjaelde. I wish I had time to do that.