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 Stensgård.

Towards Christiania.

Ragna.

No; it's impossible

Madam Rundholmen.

Yes, I know for certain he drove down the road. Oh, my dear Miss Monsen, you can't think how happy I am! Wait a moment—I'll just run to the cellar, and fetch up a bottle of the real thing. [Goes out to the left.

Stensgård.

Tell me, Miss Monsen—is it really your father you are looking for?

Ragna.

Yes, of course it is.

Stensgård.

And you didn't know that he had gone away?

Ragna.

Oh, how should I know? They tell me nothing. But to Christiania? That's impossible; they would have met him. Good-bye!

Stensgård.

[Intercepts her.] Ragna! Tell me! Why are you so changed towards me?

Ragna.

I? Let me pass! Let me go!