Hamar. Well, that is its only defect, anyway! Still, if the worst comes to the worst, and you can afford it—the horse is priceless! (TJAELDE turns away, puts down his hat and coat and takes off his gloves.)
Signe. It is beautiful to see your enthusiasm when you talk about horses. I rather think it is the only enthusiasm you have.
Hamar. Yes, if I were not a cavalry officer I should like to be a horse!
Signe. Thank you! And what should I be?
Valborg. "Oh, were I but the saddle on thy back! Oh, were I but the whip about thy loins!"
Hamar. "Oh, were I but the flowers in thy—." No, "hand" doesn't rhyme!
Tjaelde. (coming forward, meets MRS. TJAELDE, who has come in from the right.) Well, my dear, how are you?
Mrs. Tjaelde. Oh, I find it more and more difficult to get about.
Tjaelde. There is always something the matter with you, my dear! Can I have something to eat?
Mrs. Tjaelde. Yes, it has been standing waiting for you. Here it comes. (A maid brings in a tray which she lays on the table.)