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Aye, 'tis three years to-day since I became—

[Interrupting.] My kinsman has already heard it. [To ] Will you not lay aside your cloak?

I thank you, Dame Margit; but it seems to me cold here—colder than I had foreseen.

For my part, I am warm enough; but then I have a hundred things to do and to take order for. [To ] Let not the time seem long to our guest while I am absent. You can talk together of the old days.

[Hesitating.] Are you going? Will you not rather—?

[Laughing, to, as he comes forward again.] See you well—Sir Bengt of Solhoug is the man to make the women fain of him. How short so e'er the space, my wife cannot abide to be without me. [To, caressing her.] Content you; I shall soon be with you again.