Stensgård.
Bastian's? And here? [Glances at the address, crumples the letter together, and crams it into his pocket.] Oh, curse you for a blunderer!
Madam Rundholmen.
Of course I was willing enough. There's no trusting the men-folk, I know; but when you have it in black and white that their intentions are honourable Why, there's Mr. Stensgård, I declare. Well, Mr. Stensgård, won't you congratulate me?
Heire.
[To Lundestad.] How hungrily she glares at him.
The Chamberlain.
Of course he will, Madam Rundholmen; but won't you congratulate your sister-in-law to be?
Madam Rundholmen.
Who?
Thora.
Ragna; she is engaged too.
Bastian.
Are you, Ragna?
Madam Rundholmen.
Indeed? Yes, Bastian told me there was something in the wind. I wish you both joy; and welcome into the family, Mr. Stensgård!
Fieldbo.
No, no; not Stensgård!
The Chamberlain.
No, it's Mr. Helle; an excellent choice. And, by-the-bye, you may congratulate my daughter too.
