Berent. No, I will come here at five o'clock. (Bows, and turns to go.)
Tjaelde (following him). But you are the invalid—the older man—and a distinguished man—
Berent. But you are at home here. Good-bye!
Tjaelde. Let me thank you for the honour you have done me by calling upon me!
Berent. Please don't bother to see me out.
Tjaelde. Allow me to escort you?
Berent. I can find the way quite well, thank you.
Tjaelde. No doubt, no doubt-but I should feel it an honour!
Berent. As you please! (As they are about to go down the verandah steps they are met by SIGNE and HAMAR, who are coming up arm in arm. Each couple draws aside to make room for the other.)
Tjaelde. Let me introduce—no, I am sure Mr. Berent needs no introduction. This is my youngest daughter—and her fiancé, Lieutenant Hamar.