[Stamps on the ground.
If only I could, with a butcher-grip,
Tear out the scorn from their very vitals!
[Looks round suddenly.
What was that? Who was it that tittered behind there?
H’m, I certainly thought—— No no, it was no one.—
I’ll go home to mother.
[Begins to go upwards, but stops again and listens towards Hegstad.
They’re playing a dance!
[Gazes and listens; moves downwards step by step, his eyes glisten; he rubs his hands down his thighs.