Evje.—with a man who has made a mock of her father and mother, and of his own doing has banished himself from our house.
Harald. From your house, certainly; but not from my future wife.
Evje. A nice explanation! Do you suppose we will consent to have as our son-in-law a man who spurns her parents?
Gertrud. Father!
Evje. Be quiet, my child! You ought to have felt that yourself.
Gertrud. But, father, you surely do not expect him to submit to your being abused and himself ill-treated in our house?
Evje. Are you going to teach your parents—?
Gertrud (putting her arm round his neck). I don't want to teach you anything; because you know yourself, dear, that Harald is worth far more—and far more to us—than the man who went away just now! (At this moment the printer's boy, who has come out of the EDITOR'S house, runs past them towards the town.)
Evje (seeing the boy, tries to get away). Go in now, Gertrud! I have something I wish to talk to Mr. Rejn about.
Gertrud. You have nothing to talk to Harald about that I cannot hear.