Off with you! Do you think I want to be soiled with your squalor? What are your bedridden wives and deformed brats to me? If you stand in my way, if you dare so much as to obstruct a single one of my prospects, you shall be on the parish before the year’s out!
Aslaksen.
I’ll wait one day——
Stensgård.
Ah, you’re coming to your senses.
Aslaksen.
I shall announce to the subscribers in a handbill that in consequence of an indisposition contracted at the fête, the editor——
Stensgård.
Yes, do so; I daresay, later on, we shall come to an understanding.
Aslaksen.