In the meantime?
Maia.
[Curtly breaking off.] No matter!
Ulfheim.
[In a confidential tone.] Lars won’t find them. You may safely swear to that. He won’t come with them before the time’s up.
Maia.
[Looking angrily at him.] No, I daresay not.
Ulfheim.
[Catching at her arm.] For Lars—he knows, my—my methods of sport, you see.
Maia.