[To herself.] Yet was I then so rich.
Bengt.
What said you, my wife?
Margit.
Oh, nothing, nothing. [Crosses to the right.] I will deck me with pearls and rings. Is not to-night a time of rejoicing for me?
Bengt.
I am fain to hear you say it. Let me see that you deck you in your best attire, that our guests may say: Happy she who mated with Bengt Gauteson.—But now must I to the larder; there are many things to-day that must not be overlooked.
[He goes out to the left.
Margit.
[Sinks down on a chair by the table on the right.