Dagny.
What art thou listening to?
Sigurd.
Hear’st thou nought—yonder?
[Points towards the left.
Dagny.
Ay, there goes a fearsome storm over the sea!
Sigurd.
[Going up a little towards the background.] There will fall hard hailstones in that storm. [Shouts.] Who comes?
Kåre the Peasant.