Halla. You surely didn't come here to-night for Arnes's sake?
Bjørn. I did not. Was Kari at church last Sunday?
Halla. Why do you ask?
Bjørn. I know that he was there. (Sits down.) You are satisfied with him as an overseer?
Halla (sits down). In every way.
Bjørn. All the same, I advise you to get rid of him, the sooner the better.
Halla (laughing). I thank you for your kind advice.
Bjørn. My advice is not to be scorned, and besides, am I not your brother-in-law?
Halla. My sheep had to learn that to their cost, when they strayed in on your pastures, and you set your dogs on them.
Bjørn. Even though we have not always been as neighborly as I might wish, you must listen to me this time. I have always disliked Kari; I would never have hired that man. Believe me, there is something underhanded about him. Nobody knows him, and no one has heard of his people. It is as if he had shot up out of the ground. The only thing you know about him is that his name is Kari, and you don't even know that.