Evje (to HAAKON). You never answered my letter, Mr. Rejn.
Haakon. No, I knew I was coming in to town.
Evje. Well—will you sell?
Haakon. No.
Evje. But, my dear Mr. Rejn, you have not sold a single potato to my distillery for five years! And with a farm like yours! This year you had the best crop in the whole valley.
Haakon. Oh, yes—it wasn't so bad.
Evje. Not so bad! It was an extraordinary crop; and, everywhere else round about, the crops were very middling.
Haakon. Oh, yes—it might have been worse.
Evje (laughing). I should think so! But then why won't you sell? (Turns to HALVDAN.) I hope you will excuse our talking business in a sick-room; a business man has to seize every opportunity, you know! (To HAAKON.) You have never got higher prices elsewhere than you have from me.
Haakon. No, so I believe; but I have my own reasons.