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Stensgård.
Pitiful! Pitiful. Tell any one you please that I said so. Or rather, say nothing about it
[Puts the letter in his pocket.] Don't mention this to any one![The Company come out from the tent.
Monsen.
Mr. President! Where is Mr. Stensgård?
The Crowd.
There he is! Hurrah!
Lundestad.
Mr. President has forgotten his hat.
[Hands it to him.
Aslaksen.
Here; have some punch! Here's a whole bowlful!
Stensgård.
Thanks, no more.
Monsen.
And the members of the League will recollect that we meet to-morrow at Stonelee
Stensgård.
To-morrow? It wasn't to-morrow, was it
?Monsen.
Yes, certainly; to draw up the manifesto
Stensgård.
No, I really can't to-morrow—I shall see about it the day after to-morrow, or the day after that.