Peer.
Hurrah! Such a witness doesn't grow on the trees.
The Old Man.
My Lord Prince, too, has grizzled a bit since we met.
Peer.
My dear father-in-law, the years gnaw and wear one.—
Well well, a truce to all private affairs,—
And pray, above all things, no family jars.
I was then a sad madcap
The Old Man.
Oh yes; oh yes;—
His Highness was young; and what won't one do then?
But his Highness was wise in rejecting his bride.
He saved himself thereby both worry and shame,
For since then she's utterly gone to the bad
Peer.
Indeed!
The Old Man.
She has led a deplorable life;[1]
And, just think,—she and Trond are now living together.
Peer.
Which Trond?
The Old Man.
Of the Valfjeld.
Peer.
It's he? Aha;
It was he I cut out with the sæter-girls.
- ↑ "Hun gik nu for koldt vand og lud"—literally, "to live on
cold water and lye"—to live wretchedly and be badly treated.
