Jakobsen. I beg your pardon!
The Vicar (in a feeble voice). As the spiritual adviser of this household, I have the pleasing duty of invoking a blessing on the gifts that have been so richly showered upon our host and his friends. May they be to their souls' present good and eternal welfare!
Pram. Amen.
The Vicar. I am going to ask you to drink the health of our host's dear children—those lovely girls whose welfare has been the object of my prayers ever since they were confirmed—ever since that memorable day when household and religious duties began to walk side by side.
Pram. Ah, yes!
The Vicar. May they always in the future, as they have in the past, grow in the holy fear of God and in meekness and gratitude towards their parents!
All. Miss Valborg, Miss Signe!
Hamar (in a panic). Am I to signal?
Tjaelde. Oh, go to—!
Hamar. Well, if ever again—!