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 Stensgård.

Bastian's? And here? [Glances at the address, crumples the letter together, and crams it into his pocket.] Oh, curse you for a blunderer!

Madam Rundholmen.

Of course I was willing enough. There's no trusting the men-folk, I know; but when you have it in black and white that their intentions are honourable Why, there's Mr. Stensgård, I declare. Well, Mr. Stensgård, won't you congratulate me?

Heire.

[To Lundestad.] How hungrily she glares at him.

The Chamberlain.

Of course he will, Madam Rundholmen; but won't you congratulate your sister-in-law to be?

Madam Rundholmen.

Who?

Thora.

Ragna; she is engaged too.

Bastian.

Are you, Ragna?

Madam Rundholmen.

Indeed? Yes, Bastian told me there was something in the wind. I wish you both joy; and welcome into the family, Mr. Stensgård!

Fieldbo.

No, no; not Stensgård!

The Chamberlain.

No, it's Mr. Helle; an excellent choice. And, by-the-bye, you may congratulate my daughter too.