Brovik.
[With warmth.] I will not go till he comes! I am determined to have it out this evening with—[in a tone of suppressed bitterness]—with him—with the chief.
Kaia.
[Anxiously.] Oh no, uncle,—do wait awhile before doing that!
Ragnar.
Yes, better wait, father!
Brovik.
[Draws his breath laboriously.] Ha—ha—! I haven’t much time for waiting.
Kaia.
[Listening.] Hush! I hear him on the stairs.