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Aslaksen.
[Returning by the left.] Madam Rundholmen stands treat herself. She says she has the best right to.
Stensgård.
[Struck by an idea.] Madam Rundholmen—has the best right to!
Lundestad.
What?
Stensgård.
The game is not lost, Mr. Lundestad!
[Sits at the right-hand table and writes.
Lundestad.
[In a low voice.] Oh, Aslaksen—can you get something into your next paper for me?
Aslaksen.
Of course I can. Is it libellous?
Lundestad.
No, certainly not!
Aslaksen.
Well, never mind; I'll take it all the same.
Lundestad.
It is my political last will and testament; I shall write it to-night.
A Maid-servant.
[Enters from the left.] The punch, with Madam Rundholmen's compliments.
