[Goes into the garden.
Stensgård.
What in the devil’s name do you want here?
Aslaksen.
I must speak to you. You promised me yesterday an account of the founding of the League, and——
Stensgård.
I can’t give it you; it must wait till another time.
Aslaksen.
Impossible, Mr. Stensgård; the paper appears to-morrow morning.
Stensgård.