Tjaelde. No, there is no post goes out before this evening.
Sannaes. No. But there are some bills of exchange—
Tjaelde. Bills? No.
Sannaes. Yes, sir—that fourth one of Möller's that was protested, and the big English one.
Tjaelde (angrily). Have they not been met yet? What does this mean?
Sannaes. The manager of the bank wanted to see you first, sir!
Tjaelde. Have you gone crazy—? (Collects himself.) There must be some misunderstanding, Sannaes.
Sannaes. That is what I thought; so I spoke about it to the chief clerk, and to Mr. Holst as well.
Tjaelde. And Mr. Holst said—?
Sannaes. The same thing.