INGEBORG. [Aloud, as she draws nearer.] Olaf Liljekrans! Now you have me; but you will do ill if you try to compel me.
OLAF. That is furthest from my mind!
INGEBORG. Why then come you here in company with my kinsmen?
OLAF. Do I? On the contrary, it is you who—
INGEBORG. That invention won't fool me; only a moment ago I saw the whole crowd—
OLAF. Who? Who?
INGEBORG. My father and our relatives!
OLAF. Up here?
INGEBORG. Why, yes, right close at hand!
OLAF. Ah, then is my mother with them.