The Bridegroom
I don't know how.
His Father.
You're a nincompoop!
[Turns away to the others. The Bridegroom drifts across the yard.
A Lad.
[Comes from behind the house.]
Wait a bit, girls! Things'll soon be lively!
Here comes Peer Gynt.
The Smith.
[Who has just come up.]
Who invited him?
The Kitchen-master.
No one.
[Goes towards the house.
The Smith
[To the girls.]
If he should speak to you, never take notice!
A Girl.
[To the others.]
No, we'll pretend that we don't even see him.
Peer Gynt.
[Comes in heated and full of animation, stops right
in front of the group, and claps his hands.]
Which is the liveliest girl of the lot of you?
A Girl.
[As he approaches her.]
I am not.
