Halla (relieved). I thought perhaps you had got your letter from the southland with the proofs that you had been wrong in your suspicions.
Bjørn. Everything in good time. Did you say anything to him?
Halla. I told you I wouldn't.
Bjørn. I might have known that, since he is still here. Do you think I am beginning to look old?
Halla (amazed). To me you look as you have always looked. (Watches him keenly.)
Bjørn. I admit you were right in some of the things you said to me when we met last, but we all have our failings, and since my mother died I have had no one who dared to speak plainly to me except you.
Halla. You may not often have wished to listen to others.
Bjørn. Perhaps you are right, but somehow there must be two different souls in every one of us.
Halla. Have you had a good hay crop this summer?
Bjørn. Fairly good. At least I have enough for myself. Don't you understand what I want to say to you, or don't you want to understand?