Tjaelde. I dare say. Did you notice that he hadn"t turned a hair?
Hamar. What glorious lungs! And such a beauty, too--his head, his legs, his neck--! I never saw such a beauty!
Tjaelde. Yes, he is a handsome beast. (Looks out of the verandah at the yacht.) Have you been out for a sail?
Hamar. I was sailing among the islands last night, and came back this morning with the fishing-boats--a delightful sail!
Tjaelde. I wish I had time to do that.
Hamar. But surely it is only imagination on your part, to think that you never have time?
Tjaelde. Oh, well, perhaps I have time but not inclination.
Signe. And how do things stand where you have been?
Tjaelde. Badly.
Valborg (coming forward). Welcome home, father!
Tjaelde. Thank you, dear!
Hamar. Is it not possible to save anything?
Tjaelde. Not at present; that is why I took the horse.
Hamar. Then the bay horse is the only thing you get out of the smash?
Tjaelde. Do you know that I might say that horse has cost me three or four thousand pounds?
Hamar. Well, that is its only defect, anyway! Still, if the worst comes to the worst, and you can afford it--the horse is priceless! (TJAELDE turns away, puts down his hat and coat and takes off his gloves.)
Signe. It is beautiful to see your enthusiasm when you talk about horses. I rather think it is the only enthusiasm you have.
Hamar. Yes, if I were not a cavalry officer I should like to be a horse!
Signe. Thank you! And what should I be?
Valborg. "Oh, were I but the saddle on thy back! Oh, were I but the whip about thy loins!"
Hamar. "Oh, were I but the flowers in thy--." No, "hand" doesn"t rhyme!
Tjaelde. (coming forward, meets MRS. TJAELDE, who has come in from the right.) Well, my dear, how are you?
Mrs. Tjaelde. Oh, I find it more and more difficult to get about.
Tjaelde. There is always something the matter with you, my dear! Can I have something to eat?
Mrs. Tjaelde. Yes, it has been standing waiting for you. Here it comes.
(A maid brings in a tray which she lays on the table.)
Tjaelde. Good!
Mrs. Tjaelde. Will you have a cup of tea?
Tjaelde. No, thank you.
Mrs. Tjaelde. (sitting down beside him and pouring him out a gla.s.s of wine). And how have things gone with the Mollers?
Tjaelde. Badly. I told you so already.
Mrs. Tjaelde. I didn"t hear you.
Valborg. I had a letter to-day from Nanna Moller. She tells me all about it--how none of the family knew anything about it till the officers of the courts came.
Tjaelde. Yes, there must have been a dreadful scene.
Mrs. Tjaelde. Did he tell you anything about it?
Tjaelde (as he eats). I didn"t speak to him.
Mrs. Tjaelde. My dear! Why, you are old friends!
Tjaelde. Bah! Old friends! He sat looking as if he had taken leave of his senses. Besides, I have had enough of that family. I didn"t go there to hear them talk about their troubles.
Signe. I suppose it was all very sad?
Tjaelde (still eating). Shocking!
Mrs. Tjaelde. What will they have to live on?
Tjaelde. What is allowed them by their creditors, of course.
Signe. But all the things they had?
Tjaelde. Sold.
Signe. All those pretty things--their furniture, their carriages, their--?
Tjaelde. All sold.
Hamar. And his watch? It is the most beautiful watch I have ever seen--next to yours.
Tjaelde. It had to go, of course, being jewellery. Give me some wine; I am hot and thirsty.
Signe. Poor things!
Mrs. Tjaelde. Where are they going to live now?