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 Bastian.

Oh, damn it all! [Goes out by the back.

Stensgård.

Is she reading it?

Servant.

Yes; and it seems quite to have upset her.

Stensgård.

Good-bye, Mr. Monsen; dinner at Stonelee to-morrow?

Monsen.

Yes, to-morrow. Good-bye!

Stensgård.

[Whispers.] Mr. Heire, will you do me a service?

Heire.

Certainly, certainly.

Stensgård.

Then just run me down a little to Madam Rundholmen; indulge in an innuendo or two at my expense. You are so good at that sort of thing.

Heire.

What the deuce is the meaning of this?

Stensgård.

I have my reasons. It's a joke, you know—a wager with—with some one you have a grudge against.

Heire.

Aha, I understand. I say no more!