You must close them carefully.
And then you must see to my coffin;
And be sure it's a fine one, dear.
Ah no, by-the-bye
Peer.
Be quiet!
There's time yet to think of that.
Åse.
Ay, ay. [Looks restlessly round the room.
Here you see the little
They've left us! It's like them, just.
Peer.
[With a writhe.]
Again! [Harshly.
Well, I know it was my fault.
What's the use of reminding me?
Åse.
You! No, that accursed liquor,
From that all the mischief came!
Dear my boy, you know you'd been drinking;
And then no one knows what he does;
And besides, you'd been riding the reindeer;
No wonder your head was turned!
Peer.
Ay, ay; of that yarn enough now.
Enough of the whole affair.
All that's heavy we'll let stand over
Till after—some other day.
[Sits on the edge of the bed.
Now, mother, we'll chat together;
