That may I well be, forsooth, in five years——
Dagny.
Ay, true, true.
Sigurd.
[Giving him his hand.] In thee will Örnulf find a stout carl, or I mistake me.
Thorolf.
Would he but prove me——!
Dagny.
[Smiling.] He spares thee more than thou hast a mind to? Thou wast ever well-nigh too dear to him.
Sigurd.