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that is ennobling and inspiring; and presently you get left behind, fit for nothing.
Fieldbo.
Am I fit for nothing?
Stensgård.
Have you ever been fit to appreciate me?
Fieldbo.
What was I to appreciate in you?
Stensgård.
My will, if nothing else. Every one else appreciates it—the crowd at the fête yesterday—Chamberlain Bratsberg and his family
Fieldbo.
Mr. Mons Monsen and his ditto
! And by-the-bye, that reminds me—there's some one out here waiting for youStensgård.
Who?
Fieldbo.
[Going towards the back.] One who appreciates you. [Opens the door and calls.] Aslaksen, come in!
Stensgård.
Aslaksen?
Aslaksen.
[Entering.] Ah, at last!
Fieldbo.
Good-bye for the present; I won't intrude upon friends in council. [Goes into the garden.