ARNE. [Hands him the bowl.] Come, sit down and drink!
ARNE. [HEMMING sits down.] Listen, Hemming! I could wish we were home again.
HEMMING. Well, I have no fancy for this festive home.
ARNE. No, my old room at Guldvik for me;—when we sat there of an evening and played chess with the ale jug between us—
HEMMING. The while Mistress Ingeborg sat at the loom and embroidered roses and all sorts of flowers in the linen—
ARNE. And sang all the time so merrily that it seemed to me that I became young and active again. Yes, Hemming! when the wedding is over, we shall go back and live our old ways again.
HEMMING. But then there will be no one who works the loom and sings merry lays the while.
ARNE. No, that is true enough; Ingeborg will then be gone. It will be a little hard on me; she is wild and self-willed, but I shall miss her nevertheless,—miss her greatly.
ARNE. [Considers.] Now and then I suppose I could visit her here—But no, that I will not! Here they laugh at me, they whisper behind my back,—I see it well enough.
HEMMING. But in case you wished, it could still be changed.