Tjaelde. We do a little more to it each year, you know.
Berent. And you are still all together here?
Tjaelde. So far, yes.
Berent. Ah, by the way, I can give you news of your deserter. (TJAELDE looks surprised.) I mean your lieutenant!
Tjaelde. Oh—of him! Have you seen him?
Berent. I was on the same boat coming here. There was a very rich girl on board.
Tjaelde (laughing). Oh, I see!
Berent. All the same, I don't think it came to any thing. It is rather like coming upon a herd of deer when you are stalking; after your first shot, you don't find it so easy to get another; they have grown wary!
Jakobsen (who during this conversation has been screwing up his courage to address TJAELDE). I—I am a pig, I am! I know that!
Tjaelde (taking his hand). Oh, come, Jakobsen—!