Hamar (looking about). There is none here.
Tjaelde (impatiently). Fetch some, then! (HAMAR goes into the next room. TJAELDE, after a long sigh of relief, reads a telegram he has in his hand. His hand trembles as he reads it slowly, repeating some passages twice.) "Letter received just as starting. Before taking charge of affairs, must have interview. Coming to-day earliest boat, return five o'clock. Have clear statement ready. Lind." I can hardly read it—but it is true! Yes, if I can only work this properly all doors will be open to me! (To HAMAR, who has come back.) Ah, there you are! It would take too long to write invitations. We will just draw up a list of names and one of my clerks shall run round to them all. Now then! (Dictates.) The Vicar—Oh, by the way, what is the champagne like?
Hamar. Do you mean the new lot?
Tjaelde. Yes.
Hamar. The Vicar praised it highly.
Tjaelde. Good. Well, then—
Hamar (writing). The Vicar.
Tjzlde. Mr. Ring.
Hamar. Mr. Ring.
Tjaelde. And—and—