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 Lundestad.

That's not a very nice way to put it. But what's the matter with you? You look quite ill. Good God, I haven't gone and blasted your hopes, have I?

Stensgård.

How do you mean?

Lundestad.

Yes, yes—I see it all. Old fool that I am! My dear Mr. Stensgård, if you really love the girl, what does it matter whether she is rich or poor?

Stensgård. Matter? No, of course

Lundestad.

Good Lord, we all know happiness isn't a matter of money.

Stensgård.

Of course not.

Lundestad.

And with industry and determination you'll soon be on your feet again. Don't let poverty frighten you. I know what love is; I went into all that in my young days. A happy home; a faithful woman! My dear young friend, beware how you take any step that may involve you in lifelong self-reproach.

Stensgård.

But what will become of your plans?

Lundestad.

Oh, they must go as best they can. I couldn't think of demanding the sacrifice of your heart!