Oh, because I have these clothes on.
Allmers.
[Knitting his brows.] Do you mean that they make fun of—of your pretty clothes?
Eyolf.
[Evasively.] No, they daren’t—for then I would thrash them.
Allmers.
Aha!—then why——?
Eyolf.
You see, they are so naughty, these boys. And then they say I can never be a soldier.
Allmers.