Valborg. You shan't shoot! (Stands between him and the window.)
Tjaelde. It is Sannaes with the police! (Cries of "Get back, there!" are heard; then a renewed uproar and a loud voice gradually dominating it; until at last the noise gradually lessens and ceases.)
Mrs. Tjaelde. Thank God! We were in great danger. (Sinks into a chair. A pause.) Henning, where are you? (TJAELDE comes up behind her, and strokes her head with his hand, but turns away immediately to hide his deep emotion. A pause.)
Signe (on her knees by her mother's side). But won't they come back? Hadn't we better go away from here?
Mrs. Tjaelde. Where to?
Signe (despairingly). What is to become of us?
Mrs. Tjaelde. What God wills. (A pause. Meanwhile HAMAR, unobserved, has laid down the revolver on a chair and slipped out of the room by the door at the back.)
Valborg (softly). Signe, look! (SIGNE gets up, looks round the room, and gives a little cry.)
Mrs. Tjaelde. What is it?
Signe. I knew he would!