Signe (as before). You have been so odd lately. I am sure I don't know what you want?
Hamar (as before). Oh, well, it doesn't matter now—because I am going to town alone.
Signe (as before). What are you going to do?
Hamar (going). I am going to town alone. I am sick of this!
Signe (following him). Just you try! (Both go out by the verandah, to the right. TJAELDE lets the newspapers fall out of his hands with a heavy sigh.)
Valborg (looking in from the verandah). Father! (TJAELDE starts.) There goes Mr. Berent, the lawyer from Christiania.
Tjaelde (getting up). Berent? Where? On the wharf?
Valborg. Yes. (Comes back into the room. TJAELDE looks out of the window.) The reason I told you was because I saw him yesterday at the timber-yard, and a little while before that, at the brewery and at the works.
Tjaelde (to himself). What can that mean? (Aloud.) Oh, I know he is very fond of making little trips to all sorts of places in the summer. This year he has come here—and no doubt he likes to see the chief industries of the place. There is not much else here to see! But are you sure it is he? I think—
Valborg (looking out). Yes, it is he. Look now, you know his walk—