Peer.
[Wakens, and looks about him with dull and heavy
eyes. He spits.]
What wouldn’t I give for a pickled herring!
[Spits again, and at the same moment catches sight of Helga, who appears carrying a basket of food.
Ha, child, are you there? What is it you want?
Helga.
It is Solveig——
Peer.
[Jumping up.]