Hamar. Oh, then, so you—. You are not very agreeable to-day.
Signe (still rocking herself). No; do you know, sometimes I get so bored with you.
Hamar. Yet you won't let me go away?
Signe. Because I should be still worse bored without you.
Hamar. Let me tell you this, I am not going to put up much longer with the way I am treated here!
Signe. Very well. (Takes off her engagement ring and holds it between her finger and her thumb, as she rocks herself and hums a tune.)
Hamar. Oh, I don't say anything about you; but look at Valborg! Look at your father! He hasn't even as much as offered me a mount on his new horse!
Signe. He has had something else to think about—possibly something even more important than that. (Goes on humming.)
Hamar. Oh, do be nice, Signe! You must admit that my feelings are very natural. Indeed, to speak quite candidly—because I know I can say anything to you—it seems to me that, as I am to be his son-in-law and am in a cavalry regiment, and as he has no sons of his own, I might almost expect that—that he would make me a present of the horse.
Signe. Ha, ha, ha!