Gudmund.
I say that I wonder greatly at what you tell me of your wife.
Bengt.
Aye, you may be sure I wonder at it too. On the faith and troth of an honest gentleman, 'tis beyond me to guess what more she can desire. I am about her all day long; and no one can say of me that I rule her harshly. All the cares of household and husbandry I have taken on myself; yet notwithstanding—Well, well, you were ever a merry heart; I doubt not you will bring sunshine with you. Hush! here comes Dame Margit! Let her not see that I—
[Margit enters from the left, richly dressed.
Gudmund.
[Going to meet her.] Margit—my dear Margit! Margit. [Stops, and looks at him without recognition.] Your pardon, Sir Knight; but—? [As though she only now recognised him.] Surely, if I mistake not, 'tis Gudmund Alfson.
[Holding out her hand to him.
Gudmund.
[Without taking it.] And you did not at once know me again?
