Gunnar.
Tell me, Hiördis, what thinkest thou of this hall?
Hiördis.
To speak truly, Gunnar, sometimes it seems to me too strait and narrow.
Gunnar.
Ay, ay, so I have thought; we are one too many.
Hiördis.
Two, mayhap.
Gunnar.
[Who has not heard her last words.] But that shall be set right.