[Looks around suddenly as though afraid; then hides among the bushes. Some Wedding-guests[[30]] pass by, going downwards towards the farm.
A Man.
[In conversation as they pass.]
His father was drunken, his mother is weak.
A Woman.
Ay, then it’s no wonder the lad’s good for nought.
[They pass on. Presently Peer Gynt comes forward, his face flushed with shame. He peers after them.
Peer.
[Softly.]
Was it me they were talking of?