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 Hilda.

I daresay you live on the fat of the land at the hotel.

Lyngstrand.

I am not staying at the hotel now. It was too expensive for me.

Hilda.

Where are you now, then?

Lyngstrand.

I have a room at Madam Jensen's.[1]

Hilda.

Which Madam Jensen's?

Lyngstrand.

The midwife's.

Hilda.

Excuse me, Mr. Lyngstrand, but I really have no time to

Lyngstrand.

Oh, I suppose I oughtn't to have said that.

Hilda.

Said what?

Lyngstrand.

What I said just now.

Hilda.

[Looks at him witheringly from top to toe.] I don't in the least understand you.

Lyngstrand.

No, no. Well, I must bid you good-bye for the present, ladies.

Pronounce Yensen.