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 Stensgård.

What nonsense!

Aslaksen.

Yes, I was just telling you

The Chamberlain.

[At the door.] Come along, come along!

Bastian Monsen, with Madam Rundholmen on his arm, enters from the back. A general movement.

Madam Rundholmen.

I hope I'm not intruding, sir

The Chamberlain.

Not at all, not at all.

Madam Rundholmen.

But I couldn't resist bringing up my young man to show him to you and Miss Bratsberg.

The Chamberlain.

Yes, I hear you are engaged; but

Thora.

We didn't know

Stensgård.

[To Aslaksen.] How is all this?

Aslaksen.

I had so much in my head yesterday; so much to think about, I mean

Stensgård.

But I gave her my letter, and

Aslaksen.

No, you gave her Bastian Monsen's; here is yours.