Kari.
God help you, mother; your Peer’s cost you dear.
Åse.
Peer? Why, you’re out of your senses, sure!
Ingrid came home none the worse in the end.
The right thing had been to hold Satan to reckoning;—
He was the sinner, ay, he and none other;
The ugly beast tempted my poor boy astray![astray!]
Kari.
Had I not better send word to the parson?