Harald. Yes, it needs no very sharp sight to see that he, who makes so many unhappy, is himself the unhappiest of all.
The Editor. What the deuce are they talking about?
Evje. We cannot hear from here. And the fog deadens their voices.
The Editor. Go a bit nearer, then!
Evje. Not before they separate. You only understand him!
Harald (to GERTRUD). What are you holding there?
Gertrud (who has taken off her glove and then a ring from her finger). The ring they gave me when I was confirmed. Give me your hand! No, take your glove off!
Harald. Do you want me to try your ring on? I shall not be able to get it on.
Gertrud. On the little finger of your left hand? Yes!
Harald (putting it on). So I can. Well?