Daniel Heire enters from the right.
Heire.
Ha-ha! It's going like a house on fire! They're all cackling Stensgård, Stensgård, Stensgård! They're all plumping for you. Now you should plump for him too, Madam Rundholmen!
Madam Rundholmen.
Hey, that's an idea! Are they all voting for him?
Heire.
Unanimously—Mr. Stensgård enjoys the confidence of the constituency, as the saying is. Old Lundestad is going about with a face like a pickled cucumber. Oh, it's a pleasure to see it all.
Madam Rundholmen.
They shan't regret having voted for him. If I can't vote, I can stand treat. [Goes out to the left.
Heire.
Ah, you are the man for the widows, Mr. Stensgård! I'll tell you what—if you can only get hold of her, you're a made man, sir!
Stensgård.
Get hold of Madam Rundholmen?
Heire.
Yes, why not? She's a substantial woman in every sense of the word. She'll be mistress of the situation as soon as the Stonelee card-castle has come to grief.
