Stensgård.
Then they can go their own way. I have done with them. You don't suppose I am going to let my life slip into a wrong groove, and never reach the goal, for the sake of mere blind, pig-headed consistency!
Fieldbo.
What do you call the goal?
Stensgård.
A career that gives scope for my talents, and fulfils my aspirations.
Fieldbo.
No vague phrases! What do you mean by your goal?
Stensgård.
Well, to you I can make a clean breast of it. My goal is this: in the course of time to get into Parliament, perhaps into the Ministry, and to marry happily into a family of means and position.
Fieldbo.
Oh, indeed! And by help of the Chamberlain's social connections you intend to?
Stensgård.
I intend to reach the goal by my own exertions! I must and will reach it; and without help from any one. It will take time, I daresay; but never mind! Meanwhile I shall enjoy life here, drinking in beauty and sunshine
Fieldbo.
Here?
