Oh, certainly; but you must let me tell you——
Stensgård.
No arguing, Aslaksen; that I can’t and won’t stand!
Aslaksen.
Do you know, Mr. Stensgård, that you are doing your best to take the bread out of my mouth? Do you know that?
Stensgård.
No; I know nothing of the sort.
Aslaksen.
But you are. Last winter, before you came here, my paper was looking up. I edited it myself, I must tell you, and I edited it on a principle.
Stensgård.