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 Monsen.

Ah, at last!

Aslaksen.

But not till to-morrow evening, he said; to-morrow evening, neither sooner nor later. Here's to you!

Heire.

[To Lundestad.] What the deuce is all this business between Stensgård and Madam Rundholmen?

Lundestad.

[Whispers.] He's courting her.

Heire.

I suspected as much! But he asked me to run him down a bit—to cast a slur on his character

Lundestad.

And you said you would?

Heire.

Yes; of course.

Lundestad.

I believe he says of you that your word is as good as your bond—and no better.

Heire.

Hee-hee—the dear fellow! He shall find out his mistake this time.

Madam Rundholmen.

[With an open letter in her hand, at the door on the left.] Where is Mr. Stensgård?

Heire.

He kissed your chambermaid and went, Madam Rundholmen!