Then let them sit somewhere else.
[Takes a chair.
Lundestad.
[Laying his hand on the chair.] No, the table is reserved, and there’s an end of it.
Monsen.
[Rising.] Come, Mr. Stensgård; there are just as good seats over there. [Crosses to the right.] Waiter! Ha, no waiters either. The Committee should have seen to that in time. Oh, Aslaksen, just go in and get us four bottles of champagne. Order the dearest; tell them to put it down to Monsen!
[Aslaksen goes into the tent; the three others seat themselves.
Lundestad.
[Goes quietly over to them and addresses Stensgård.] I hope you won’t take it ill——
Monsen.