Monsen.
Oh, Ragna will find us again.
Bastian.
She’s all right; young Helle is with her.
Stensgård.
Helle?
Monsen.
Yes, Helle. But [Nudging Stensgård familiarly] you have me here, you see, and the rest of us. Come on! Here we shall be out of the crowd, and can discuss more fully what——
[Has meanwhile taken a seat beside the table on the left.
Ringdal.