[Rising at the table.] In one word, now, what answer have you to make to my wooing on Knut Gesling’s behalf?
Bengt.
[Glancing uneasily towards his wife.] Well, I—to me it seems—[As she remains silent.] H’m, Margit, let us first hear your thought in the matter.
Margit.
[Rising.] Sir Knut Gesling, I have long known all that Erik of Heggë has told of you. I know full well that you come of a lordly house; you are rich in gold and gear, and you stand in high favour with our royal master.
Bengt.
[To Knut.] In high favour—so say I too.
Margit.
And doubtless my sister could choose her no doughtier mate—
Bengt.