Daniel Heire enters from the tent; he peers about shortsightedly, and approaches.
Heire.
May I beg for the loan of a spare seat; I want to sit over there.
Monsen.
The benches are fastened here, you see; but won't you take a place at this table?
Heire.
Here? At this table? Oh yes, with pleasure [Sits.] Dear, dear! Champagne, I believe.
Monsen.
Yes; won't you join us in a glass?
Heire.
No, thank you! Madam Rundholmen's champagne Well, well, just half a glass to keep you company. If only one had a glass, now.
Monsen.
Bastian, go and get one.
Bastian.
Oh, Aslaksen, just go and fetch a glass.
[Aslaksen goes into the tent. A pause
Heire.
Don't let me interrupt you, gentlemen. I wouldn't for the world! Thanks, Aslaksen.
[Bows to Stensgård.] A strange face—a recent arrival! Have I the pleasure of addressing our new legal luminary, Mr. Stensgård?
