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 Madam Rundholmen.

Ah, I knew it! [Goes off to the left.

Ringdal.

[Enters from the right.] Well, I hear you have won a brilliant victory, Mr. Stensgård.

Stensgård.

Yes, I have, Mr. Ringdal, in spite of your noble chief's endeavours.

Ringdal.

His endeavours? What to do?

Stensgård.

To keep me out.

Ringdal.

Like other people, he has a right to vote as he pleases.

Stensgård.

It's a pity he is not likely to retain that right for long.

Ringdal.

What do you mean?

Stensgård.

I mean, since his affairs are not so straight as they might be

Ringdal.

His affairs! What affairs? What have you got into your head?

Stensgård.

Oh, you needn't pretend ignorance. Isn't there a storm brewing?—a great crash impending?