Valborg. Sannaes! (Follows him.) Sannaes! Listen to me! (SANNAES takes up his coat and gloves, and, as he rushes out without looking where he is going, runs full tilt into BERENT who comes in at that moment followed by JAKOBSEN.)
Sannaes. I beg your pardon! (Rushes out to the right.)
Berent. Are you two playing a game of blind man's buff?
Valborg. God knows we are!
Berent. You need not be so emphatic about it! I have had forcible evidence of it. (Rubs his stomach and laughs.)
Valborg. You must excuse me! Father is in there. (Points to the left and goes hurriedly out to the right.)
Berent. We don't seem to be getting a particularly polite reception!
Jakobsen. No, we seem to be rather in the way, Mr. Berent.
Berent (laughing). It looks like it. But what has been going on?
Jakobsen. I don't know. They looked as if they had been fighting, their faces were so flushed.