Signe. Squabble? That is a very ugly word, father.
Tjaelde. Besides, you would be no more alone if you were in town.
Signe. Oh, but it is quite different there!
Tjaelde. So I should think—from the way you throw your money about!
Signe (laughing). Throw our money about! What else have we to do? Isn't that what we are for? Daddy, listen—dear old dad—
Tjaelde. No, dear—no.
Signe. You have never been so horrid to me before.
Hamar (who has been making signs to her to stop, whispers). Can't you be quiet! Don't you see he is put out about something?
Signe (whispering). Well, you might have backed me up a little.
Hamar (as before). No, I am a bit wiser than you.