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 Stensgård.

Don't go too far, you know. Just place me in a more or less equivocal light—make her a little suspicious of me, for the moment.

Heire.

Rely upon me; it will be a real pleasure to me.

Stensgård.

Thanks, thanks in advance. [Goes towards the table.] Mr. Lundestad, we shall meet to-morrow forenoon at the Chamberlain's.

Lundestad.

Have you hopes?

Stensgård.

A threefold hope.

Lundestad.

Threefold? I don't understand

Stensgård.

You needn't. Henceforth I will be my own counsellor. [Goes out by the back.

Monsen.

[At the punch-bowl.] Another glass, Aslaksen! Where's Bastian?

Aslaksen.

He's just gone out. But I have a letter to deliver for him.

Monsen.

Have you?

Aslaksen.

To Madam Rundholmen.