ARNE. Changed! You are stupid, Hemming! Always you talk about changing.
ARNE. [Hands him the bowl.] Come, drink, it will do you good. Changed; no, no, it shall never be changed! It was evil spirits who put into my head the idea of marrying into Lady Kirsten's family. But now it is done; the superior kinsmen will have to behave as they please, but my own relatives and friends shall not laugh at me,—if I have given my word, I shall keep it too.
ARNE. [Disheartened.] If I only knew that Olaf would be kind to her; I shall ask him to—.
ARNE. [Vehemently.] He shall be kind, else I shall come and beat him with my old fists.
HEMMING. Yes, it is well that you keep your eye on her, for Olaf cares little for her, I do believe.
ARNE. So, you think so?
HEMMING. Do you remember Alfhild, the poor girl, who yesterday followed us down from the mountain?
ARNE. Indeed I do. She is pretty!
HEMMING. [Rises.] So thinks Olaf, too.
ARNE. What does that mean?