elbow-room, no fresh air to breathe. Oh, a longing comes over me at times for exquisite women! I want something that brings beauty with it! I lie here in a sort of turbid eddy, while out there the clear blue current sweeps past me
But what can you understand of all this!Lundestad.
[Enters from the back.] Ah, here we are. Good-morning, gentlemen.
Stensgård.
I have news for you, Mr. Lundestad! Do you know who the Chamberlain is voting for?
Fieldbo.
Silence! It's dishonourable of you.
Stensgård.
What do I care? He is voting for the Sheriff and the Provost.
Lundestad.
Oh, that was to be expected. You went and ruined your chances with him—though I implored you to play your cards neatly.
Stensgård.
I shall play them neatly enough—in future.
Fieldbo.
Take care—two can play at that game.
[Goes out to the right.
Stensgård.
That fellow has something up his sleeve. Have you any idea what it can be?