All. Prosperity to the firm of Tjaelde!
(HAMAR signals again with the handkerchief, and a cannon shot is heard.)
Tjaelde. I thank you heartily, Mr. Lind! I am profoundly touched.
Lind. I said no more than I am convinced of, Mr. Tjaelde!!
Tjaelde. Thank you! (To HAMAR.) What do you mean by signalling for a salute for the host? Blockhead!
Hamar. You said there was to be a salute when a toast was proposed, didn't you?
Tjaelde. Oh, you are a—!
Hamar (to himself). Well, if ever again I—!
Holm. Then it is an accomplished fact, I suppose?
Knutzon. Fait accompli! That toast represents twenty thousand pounds, at least.