Peer.
[To himself.]
Mocking looks; needle-keen whispers[[36]] and smiles.
They grate like a sawblade under the file!
[He slinks along close to the fence. Solveig, leading little Helga by the hand, comes into the yard, along with her Parents.
A Man.
[To another, close to Peer Gynt.]
Look, here are the new folk.
The Other.
The ones from the west?