Stensgård.
Let us hold together, I say! Providence is on the side of the League of Youth. It lies with us to rule the world—here in the district!
[He is carried into the tent amid wild enthusiasm.
Madam Rundholmen.
[Wiping her eyes.] Oh, Lord, how beautifully he does speak! Don't you feel as if you could kiss him, Mr. Heire?
Heire.
Thank you, I'd rather not.
Madam Rundholmen.
Oh, you! I daresay not.
Heire.
Perhaps you would like to kiss him, Madam Rundholmen.
Madam Rundholmen.
Ugh, how horrid you are!
[She goes into the tent; Heire follows her.
The Chamberlain.
Spectre—and dragon—and money-bag! It was horribly rude—but well deserved!
Lundestad.
[Approaching.] I'm heartily sorry, Chamberlain
The Chamberlain.
Yes, where was your knowledge of character, Lundestad? Well, well; we are none of us
