Stensgård.
Do you think it's really our League?
Heire.
Not the least doubt about it. So we're to have the pleasure of sending our respected friend Mr. Mons Monsen to Parliament! I wish he were off already;—I'd give him a lift with pleasureI say no more; hee-hee!
[Goes into the garden.
Stensgård.
Tell me, Fieldbo—how do you explain all this?
Fieldbo.
There are other things still more difficult to explain. How come you to be here?
Stensgård.
I? Like the rest, of course—by invitation.
Fieldbo.
I hear you were invited yesterday evening—after your speech
Stensgård.
What then?
Fieldbo.
How could you accept the invitation?
Stensgård.
What the deuce was I to do? I couldn't insult these good people.
Fieldbo.
Indeed! You couldn't? What about your speech then?
