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 Stensgård.

Let us hold together, I say! Providence is on the side of the League of Youth. It lies with us to rule the world—here in the district!

[He is carried into the tent amid wild enthusiasm.

Madam Rundholmen.

[Wiping her eyes.] Oh, Lord, how beautifully he does speak! Don't you feel as if you could kiss him, Mr. Heire?

Heire.

Thank you, I'd rather not.

Madam Rundholmen.

Oh, you! I daresay not.

Heire.

Perhaps you would like to kiss him, Madam Rundholmen.

Madam Rundholmen.

Ugh, how horrid you are!

[She goes into the tent; Heire follows her.

The Chamberlain.

Spectre—and dragon—and money-bag! It was horribly rude—but well deserved!

Lundestad.

[Approaching.] I'm heartily sorry, Chamberlain

The Chamberlain.

Yes, where was your knowledge of character, Lundestad? Well, well; we are none of us