The habit of generations, you see.
Aslaksen.
You’re new to the district, Mr. Stensgård. If only you knew a little of the local situation——
A Waiter.
[Brings champagne.] Was it you that ordered—?
Aslaksen.
Yes, certainly; open the bottle.
The Waiter.
[Pouring out the wine.] It goes to your account, Mr. Monsen?
Monsen.