and harteig? over there. ah, yes, of course. you seem to know these parts. you know, when i sail from norway, i pass this way. the dregs of memory stay in the glass. will we be in by daybreak? oh, just about, if the night's not too bad. oh, it's thickening in the west. hmm, it is. remind me when i settle with you. i'd like to give something to the crew. oh, that's very generous of you. they're mostly poor men. they all have wives and youngsters at home. what? wives and children? are they married? married? yes, every man. married? someone waiting to give them a good welcome. as good as poor people can give. tell me, when they come home, what'll happen? well, their wives will give them a little extra something for once. candles on the table? maybe two, and a dram. or sit snuggly around the hearth, their children gathered around them. they'll bless you for your promise. well, i'm damned if i will. do you think i'm mad? why should i pay for other men's children? there's no one waiting for old peer gynt. uh-huh. well, you'll do as you please. it's your money. yes