Hamar. You are such a spoilt child that it would be absurd to take everything you say seriously—
Signe. I am sick of that too, I tell you—for the hundred and twentieth time! Go away!
Hamar. But can't you see how ridiculous it is of you to be jealous of a horse? Have you ever heard of anyone else behaving like that?
Signe (jumping up). Oh, you make me want to shout and scream! I feel so ashamed of you! (Stamps her foot.) I despise you!
Hamar (laughing). And all on account of the horse?
Signe. No, on your own account—yours, yours! I feel so miserable sometimes, I should like to throw myself down on the floor and cry—or run away and never come back! Can't you let me alone! Can't you go away!
Hamar. Yes—and I have not picked up the ring this time, either!
Signe. Oh, do go!—go, go, go! (Bursts out crying and sits down.)
Hamar. All right!—I see the steamer in the distance; I shall go home at once.
Signe. Oh, you know as well as I do that that steamer goes the other way! Oh! (Cries. The masts and funnel of a steamer come into sight, and a trail of smoke passes over the sky. TJAELDE'S voice is heard outside, calling: "Hurry up! Take the lieutenant's boat; it is ready!" SIGNE jumps up.)