I trust we may.—Remember this, Mr. Stensgård: that paper is my one ewe lamb.
[Goes out by the back.
Lundestad.
[At the foremost garden door.] Ah, Mr. Stensgård!
Stensgård.
Ah, Mr. Lundestad!
Lundestad.
You here alone? If you have no objection, I should like to have a little talk with you.
Stensgård.
With pleasure.