Halla (smiling). Perhaps I have.
Enter Jon and two other peasants, followed directly by two peasant women, Jon's Wife, and her friend with two little daughters, eight and nine years old.
Jon (slightly intoxicated). Now a bite of shark's meat would taste first-rate. You didn't happen to be so thoughtful as to bring some, did you?
Halla (laughing). That is just what I did. (Looks in the saddle-bags.)
Jon. Didn't I tell you so! (Takes a brandy-flask out of his pocket.) Do you mind if I bring out my bottle?
Halla. Please yourself.
Jon (sits down. The others follow suit, until only the children remain standing) If I didn't have so fine a wife, I should have asked you to marry me long ago. (Takes a pull at the flask and hands it to the one sitting next to him.) Let the bottle go the rounds!
Halla (to Jon's Wife). Your husband is happy to-day.
Jon's Wife. Yes, he loves everybody to-day.
First Peasant (hands the flask to Jon). Thanks!