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Fieldbo.

Oh, you don't know her. You don't know how deep, and steadfast, and true her nature is.

Stensgård.

But oh, the daughter-in-law! So frank, almost reckless; and yet so appreciative, so irresistible——

Fieldbo.

Why, I really believe you're in love with her.

Stensgård.

With a married woman? Are you crazy? What good would that do me? No, but I am falling in love—I can feel that plainly. Yes, she is indeed deep, and steadfast, and true.

Fieldbo.

Who?

Stensgård.

Miss Bratsberg, of course.

Fieldbo.

What? You're never thinking of——?

Stensgård.

Yes, by heaven I am!

Fieldbo.

I assure you it's quite out of the question.

Stensgård.

Ho-ho! Will rules the world, my dear fellow! We shall see if it doesn't.