Hamar (laughing). What?
Signe. Well, you have spent your furlough here simply for the sake of that horse—I know that well enough—and you propose to stay here, just to break it in-and then you propose that the horse and I should go to your aunt's—
Hamar. But, Signe, what do you—?
Signe (beginning to rock herself furiously). Ugh! Go away!
Hamar. Jealous of a horse! Ha, ha, ha!
Signe. Go away to the stables.
Hamar. Is that meant for a punishment? Because it would be more amusing there than it is here.
Signe (throwing down her ring). There! Let your horse wear that!
Hamar. Every time you throw down that ring—
Signe. Oh, you have said that so often! I am tired of that too! (Turns her chair round so as to turn her back on him.)