So, so!—has he horns too?
A pair of ugly horns, just like yours, yes.
Can you see the poor little horns I have?
Yes, I seem to see them quite plainly.
[Taking the dogs’ leash out of his pocket.] Then I had better see about tying you.
Have you gone quite mad? Would you tie me?
If I am a demon, let me be a demon! So that’s the way of it! You can see the horns, can you?
[Soothingly.] There, there, there! Now try to behave nicely, Mr. Ulfheim. [Breaking off.] But what has become of that hunting-castle of yours, that you boasted so much of? You said it lay somewhere hereabouts.
[Points with a flourish to the hut.] There you have it, before your very eyes.
[Looks at him.] That old pig-stye!
[Laughing in his beard.] It has harboured more than one king’s daughter, I can tell you.
Was it there that that horrid man you told me about came to the king’s daughter in the form of a bear?
Yes, my fair companion of the chase—this is the scene. [With a gesture of invitation.] If you would deign to enter—–
Isch! If ever I set foot in it—! Isch!
Oh, two people can doze away a summer night in there comfortably enough. Or a whole summer, if it comes to that!
Thanks! One would need to have a pretty strong taste for that kind of thing. [Impatiently.] But now I am tired both of you and the hunting expedition. Now I am going down to the hotel—before people awaken down there.
How do you propose to get down from here?
That’s your affair. There must be a way down somewhere or other, I suppose.
[Pointing towards the back.] Oh, certainly! There is a sort of way— right down the face of the precipice yonder—–