Fieldbo.
Perhaps; but at least it has been delightful And no reaction follows, like what you feel when you get down from the table after
Stensgård.
Stop that! I can bear anything but that. You are doing a bad action—you are damping my ardour.
Fieldbo.
Oh, come! If your ardour is so easily damped
Stensgård.
Stop, I say! What right have you to break in upon my happiness? Do you think I am not sincere?
Fieldbo.
Yes, I am sure you are.
Stensgård.
Well, then, why go and make me feel empty, and disgusted, and suspicious of myself? [Shouts and cheers from the tent.] There—listen! They are drinking my health. An idea that can take such hold upon people—by God, it must have truth in it!
Thora Bratsberg, Ragna Monsen, and Mr. Helle enter from the left and cross, half-way back.
Helle.
Look, Miss Bratsberg; there is Mr. Stensgård.
Thora.
Then I won't go any further. Good-night, Ragna dear.
