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 Lundestad.

Mr. Heire says Monsen of Stonelee

Monsen.

[Enters from the back.] A dozen of champagne!

Aslaksen and others.

Monsen!

Monsen.

Yes, Monsen! Champagne-Monsen! Money-Monsen! Let's have the wine, confound it all!

Heire.

But, my dear sir

Stensgård.

Why, where have you dropped from?

Monsen.

I've been doing a stroke of business, sir! Cleared a hundred thousand! Hei! To-morrow I'll give a thundering dinner at Stonelee. I invite you all. Champagne, I say! I congratulate you, Stensgård! I hear you're elected.

Stensgård.

Yes; I must explain to you

Monsen.

Pooh; what does it matter to me? Wine, I say! Where is Madam Rundholmen?

[Makes a motion to go out to the left.

The Maid-servant.

[Who has just entered, intercepts him.] No one can see the mistress just now; she's got a letter