JERONIMUS. That's because your love isn't as hot now as it used to be.
LISBED. But is it possible that Rasmus Berg is coming home to-morrow?
JERONIMUS. Come, daughter, you shouldn't show that you are so much in love.
LISBED. Oh, but is it sure that he is coming home to-morrow?
JERONIMUS. Yes, yes; you hear, don't you, that's when he is coming?
LISBED. How long is it till to-morrow, father dear?
JERONIMUS. What confounded nonsense! These people in love act as if they were crazy.
LISBED. I tell you, I shall count every hour.
JERONIMUS. You should ask how long an hour is, so that people would think that you were completely mad. Stop this twaddle and let us elders talk together.—Listen, my dear Jeppe Berg! Do you think it is wise for these two young people to marry before he gets a position?
JEPPE. That is as you think best. I can support them well enough, but it would be better that he should get a position first.