Torstein. He’s not going to stay over Christmas?
Olga. You must hurry back, Torstein. The snow is getting deep.
(Exit Torstein. Liljekrona looks over the music sheets on table, and takes money from his pocket.)
Olga. You will slip in something for Christmas?
Liljekrona. Of course.
Olga. (Taking down fur coat and warming it) Will you lend him your big coat? Torstein can bring it back. (After a pause.) As long as he wishes to go himself, it is as well to let him.
(Enter Ruster with his belongings tied up in a blue-striped cotton handkerchief, and his flute under his arm.)
Liljekrona. (Meeting him and giving him what he has earned) That is always poor payment for art, Ruster, but it may serve you, somehow.
Ruster. (Dazedly) Yes.
Olga. Will you put on this coat, Ruster? (Helping him into coat.) You must keep warm, and watch that your hands and face are well covered. And tell Torstein where to take you in Bro.