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 Stensgård.

Then you might look in and give Madam Rundholmen this letter.

Aslaksen.

From you?

Stensgård.

Yes. Put it in your pocket. There now. Tomorrow evening, then?

Aslaksen.

All right; trust to me.

[The servant brings the lemon; Stensgård goes towards the window.

Bastian.

Well—have you spoken to Madam Rundholmen?

Stensgård.

Spoken? Oh yes, I said a word or two

Bastian.

And what do you think?

Stensgård.

Oh—well—we were interrupted. I can't say anything definite.

Bastian.

I'll take my chance all the same; she's always complaining of her loneliness. My fate shall be sealed within an hour.

Stensgård.

Within an hour?