Stensgård.
I'll tell you afterwards. But now, my dear Monsen—to return to what we were talking about—I promised to put in a good word for you
Bastian.
You promised? On the contrary, I thought you said?
Stensgård.
Oh, nonsense; you didn't let me explain myself fully. What I meant was that there is something sordid in mixing up your love with town-contracts and so forth; it is an offence against all that is noblest in your nature. So, my dear friend, if you really love the girl
Bastian.
The widow
Stensgård.
Yes, yes; it's all the same. I mean when one really loves a woman, that in itself should be a conclusive reason
Bastian.
Yes, that's just what I think. So you'll speak for me, will you?
Stensgård.
Yes, with great pleasure—but on one condition.
Bastian.
What's that?
Stensgård.
Tit for tat, my dear Bastian—you must put in a word for me too.
