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 Stensgård.

What in the devil's name do you want here?

Aslaksen.

I must speak to you. You promised me yesterday an account of the founding of the League, and

Stensgård.

I can't give it you; it must wait till another time.

Aslaksen.

Impossible, Mr. Stensgård; the paper appears to-morrow morning.

Stensgård.

Nonsense! It has all to be altered. The matter has entered on a new phase; new forces have come into play. What I said about Chamberlain Bratsberg must be entirely recast before it can appear.

Aslaksen.

Oh, that about the Chamberlain, that's in type already.

Stensgård.

Then it must come out of type again.

Aslaksen.

Not go in?

Stensgård.

I won't have it published in that form. Why do you stare at me? Do you think I don't know how to manage the affairs of the League?

Aslaksen.

Oh, certainly; but you must let me tell you