GUDMUND.
'Twas told me as I entered your homestead.
BENGT.
Aye, 'tis three years to-day since I became—
MARGIT.
[Interrupting.] My kinsman has already heard it. [To GUDMUND.]
Will you not lay aside your cloak?
GUDMUND.
I thank you, Dame Margit; but it seems to me cold here—colder than I had foreseen.
BENGT.
For my part, I am warm enough; but then I have a hundred things to do and to take order for. [To MARGIT.] Let not the time seem long to our guest while I am absent. You can talk together of the old days.