Hamar (who has sat down again). Well in that case he really ought to afford himself a new wig! It is far from pleasant to sit beside him, I can assure you!
Tjaelde. Yes, I know he is a pig; but he is wide awake, and this would flatter him! You see, my young friend, when a man is very rich you must make certain allowances for him.
Hamar. I can't understand what you can hope to get out of him.
Tjaelde. Hm, hm!—No, well, perhaps we had better leave him out?
Hamar. Certainly!
Tjaelde (to himself). Although Lind would understand the significance of Morten Schultz's being here—
Hamar. And the things he says! Ladies have to leave the room!
Tjaelde. Yes, you are right. (Mutters to himself.) And, after all, I don't need him any longer. (Aloud.) But what about our twelfth, then? Let me see—.
Hamar. Christopher Hansen?
Tjaelde. Oh, Lord! no. We should have to talk politics. No, let me see—. Yes, I think I might risk it! Hm, hm—yes, just the man! Jakobsen, the brewery manager.