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Stensgård. And you heard that?
Heire.
I? If I had been present, Mr. Stensgård, you may be sure I should have stood up for you as you deserve.
Monsen.
There, you see what comes of
Stensgård. How dare the old scoundrel?
Heire.
Come, come, come! Keep your temper. Very likely it was a mere figure of speech—a harmless little joke, I have no doubt. You can demand an explanation to-morrow; for I suppose you are going to the great dinner-party, eh?
Stensgård.
I am not going to any dinner-party.
Heire.
Two calls and no invitation!
Stensgård.
Demagogue and adventurer! What can he be thinking of?
Monsen.
Look there! Talk of the devil! Come, Bastian. [Goes off with Bastian.
Stensgård.
What did he mean by it, Mr. Heire?
