[A thought strikes him; he says softly but sharply.
Ingrid! The store-house!
[Goes up to Solveig.
Have you thought better on’t?
[Solveig tries to go; he blocks her path.
You’re ashamed to, because I’ve the look of a tramp.
Solveig.
[Hastily.]
No, that you haven’t; that’s not true at all!
Peer.