BENGT.

[Glancing uneasily towards his wife.] Well, I--to me it seems--
[As she remains silent.] H'm, Margit, let us first hear your
thought in the matter.


MARGIT.

[Rising.] Sir Knut Gesling, I have long known all that Erik of
Hegge has told of you. I know full well that you come of a lordly
house; you are rich in gold and gear, and you stand in high favour
with our royal master.


BENGT.

[To KNUT.] In high favour--so say I too.


MARGIT.

And doubtless my sister could choose her no doughtier mate--


BENGT.

None doughtier; that is what _I_ say too.