[Tries to slink in among the bushes, but comes upon the cross-roads.
The Button-moulder.
Good morning, Peer Gynt! Where’s the list of your sins?
Peer.
Do you think that I haven’t been whistling and shouting
As hard as I could?
The Button-moulder.
And met no one at all?
Peer.
Not a soul but a tramping photographer.