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 that is ennobling and inspiring; and presently you get left behind, fit for nothing.

Fieldbo.

Am I fit for nothing?

Stensgård.

Have you ever been fit to appreciate me?

Fieldbo.

What was I to appreciate in you?

Stensgård.

My will, if nothing else. Every one else appreciates it—the crowd at the fête yesterday—Chamberlain Bratsberg and his family

Fieldbo.

Mr. Mons Monsen and his ditto! And by-the-bye, that reminds me—there's some one out here waiting for you

Stensgård.

Who?

Fieldbo.

[Going towards the back.] One who appreciates you. [Opens the door and calls.] Aslaksen, come in!

Stensgård.

Aslaksen?

Aslaksen.

[Entering.] Ah, at last!

Fieldbo.

Good-bye for the present; I won't intrude upon friends in council. [Goes into the garden.