Halla. I shall keep this letter.
Bjørn. I can understand a joke.
Halla. Kari has been with me for more than a year. He has been a hard worker and an able man. I will not have any one lay hands on him so long as he is in my service. I want to give him a chance to get away. That is what you yourself advised, three months ago.
Bjørn. At that time the case was very different. There was no proof of his guilt then.
Halla (putting her hand to her forehead). I can't believe yet that he is a thief. (Hands the letter to Bjørn.) Bjørn, I beg of you to show me a great favor. You must let this matter rest, till we get home.
Bjørn. In that I cannot serve you.
Halla. Perhaps I can do something for you in return.
Bjørn. I don't understand how you can pity a felon and a thief.
Halla. Nor do I understand it myself, but somehow I do. You have just asked me if I would be your wife. Surely you will grant me the first thing I ask of you!
Bjørn. One would think you were pleading for your best friend.