Tjaelde. And, I suppose, just about what Mr. Berent wrote?
Sannaes. Just about, except for one or two inconsiderable trifles. You can see for yourself. (Gives him a bundle of papers.) The high prices that have ruled of late, and good management, have altered the whole situation.
Tjaelde (who has opened the papers and glanced at the totals). A deficit of £12,000.
Sannaes. I made a declaration on your behalf, that you intended to try and repay that sum, but that you should be at liberty to do it in whatever way you found best. And so—
Tjaelde. And so—?
Sannaes.—I proferred on the spot rather more than half the amount you still owed Jakobsen.
Mrs. Tjaelde. Not really? (TJAELDE takes out a pencil and begins making calculations on the margins of the papers.)
Sannaes. There was general satisfaction—and they all sent you their cordial congratulations.
Mrs. Tjaelde. So that, if all goes well—
Tjaelde. Yes, if things go as well with the business as they promise to, Sannaes, in twelve or fourteen years I shall have paid every one in full.