Heire.
What is nonsense?
Stensgård.
You have misunderstood her; or else she has misunderstood
Engaged! Preposterous! Now that Monsen's down, she'll probablyHeire.
Not at all, sir, not at all! Madam Rundholmen has solid legs to stand on.
Stensgård.
No matter! I have quite other intentions. All that about the letter was only a joke—a wager, as I told you. My dear Mr. Heire, do oblige me by not saying a word to any one of this silly affair.
Heire.
I see, I see! It's to be kept secret; it's to be a romance. Ah, youth, youth! it's nothing if not poetical.
Stensgård.
Yes, yes; mum's the word. You shan't regret it—I'll take up your cases
Sh! I rely upon you. [He retires.The Chamberlain.
[Who has meanwhile been talking to Lundestad.]
No, Lundestad—that I really cannot believe!
Lundestad.
I assure you, Chamberlain—Daniel Heire told me so himself.
Heire.
What did I tell you, may I inquire?
The Chamberlain.
Did Mr. Stensgård show you a bill yesterday?