Broddi.—And Thorolf Bjarnason remains here?
Thorolf.—First I shall return to my estate to give orders as to my affairs.
Helga (aside to THOROLF).—You speak incautiously, to tell them where you mean to go. I read your death in their eyes.
Alf.—You will not refuse me to keep you company on the way home?
Thorolf.—No; I care not to have your company, you insolent fool!
Helga.—You will remain here with us, Thorolf, on account of the infirmity of my husband and our defencelessness otherwise; you can send some one else to arrange matters on your estate.
(LADY HELGA and those about her exeunt by door. BRODDI, ALF, and
EINAR THE RICH remain behind in the foreground.)
Broddi.—Lady Helga has become suspicious of us.
Einar.—Sharp are the eyes of my Lady Helga whenever Thorolf is concerned.
Alf.—He has slipped from our grasp, the hellhound!