ARNE. Ingeborg!
ARNE. [Aside.] What is the matter with her?
LADY KIRSTEN. [Softly.] So that's the way it is! She then,—she it is who cares for Hemming!
LADY KIRSTEN. [Softly and clearly, to ARNE.] Do you now intend to break the agreement? You can now see for yourself from your daughter's conduct what reason I had to get Hemming married!
ARNE. [Disconcerted.] My daughter! Could you imagine that she—
LADY KIRSTEN. You need not pretend! Ingeborg has a fancy for your house-carl; now I should think I had good reason to break our agreement.
ARNE. Break, break—! What are you thinking of! To bring on me such disgrace!
LADY KIRSTEN. [Mocking.] Yes,—otherwise you would do it!
ARNE. [Quickly.] No, no, I have reconsidered; it is best we both keep still!
LADY KIRSTEN. [To herself.] See, now have I won! I know Olaf; a woman so scorned will never tempt him!