Stensgård.
Well then, if you think he has no chance——
Lundestad.
H’m! You are a man of rare gifts, Mr. Stensgård. Providence has dealt lavishly with you. But it has made one little oversight: it ought to have given you one thing more.
Stensgård.
And what may that be?
Lundestad.
Tell me—why do you never think of yourself? Why have you no ambition?
Stensgård.
Ambition? I?