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 Stensgård.

Pitiful! Pitiful. Tell any one you please that I said so. Or rather, say nothing about it[Puts the letter in his pocket.] Don't mention this to any one!

[The Company come out from the tent.

Monsen.

Mr. President! Where is Mr. Stensgård?

The Crowd.

There he is! Hurrah!

Lundestad.

Mr. President has forgotten his hat.

[Hands it to him.

Aslaksen.

Here; have some punch! Here's a whole bowlful!

Stensgård.

Thanks, no more.

Monsen.

And the members of the League will recollect that we meet to-morrow at Stonelee

Stensgård.

To-morrow? It wasn't to-morrow, was it?

Monsen.

Yes, certainly; to draw up the manifesto

Stensgård.

No, I really can't to-morrow—I shall see about it the day after to-morrow, or the day after that.