Berent. I thought your regiment was at the manoeuvres, Lieutenant?
Hamar. I have got furlough—
Berent. On account of urgent business, no doubt! Good day!
Tjaelde. Ha, ha, ha! (He and BERENT go down the steps.)
Hamar. Insolent fellow! But he is like that to every one.
Signe. Not to my father, as far as I could see.
Hamar. Your father is insolent too.
Signe. You shan't say such things of father!
Hamar. What else do you call it, to laugh at such impertinence as Berent's.
Signe. I call it good spirits! (Sits down in a rocking-chair and begins rocking herself.)