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 Daniel Heire enters from the tent; he peers about shortsightedly, and approaches.

Heire.

May I beg for the loan of a spare seat; I want to sit over there.

Monsen.

The benches are fastened here, you see; but won't you take a place at this table?

Heire.

Here? At this table? Oh yes, with pleasure [Sits.] Dear, dear! Champagne, I believe.

Monsen.

Yes; won't you join us in a glass?

Heire.

No, thank you! Madam Rundholmen's champagne Well, well, just half a glass to keep you company. If only one had a glass, now.

Monsen.

Bastian, go and get one.

Bastian.

Oh, Aslaksen, just go and fetch a glass.

[Aslaksen goes into the tent. A pause

Heire.

Don't let me interrupt you, gentlemen. I wouldn't for the world! Thanks, Aslaksen.

[Bows to Stensgård.] A strange face—a recent arrival! Have I the pleasure of addressing our new legal luminary, Mr. Stensgård?