Aslaksen.
Yes, you! You are just the man. You have the gift of the gab, as the saying goes; and what’s more: you have the pen of a ready writer. My paper’s at your disposal, you know.
Monsen.
If anything is to be done, it must be done quickly. The preliminary election[[11]] comes on in three days now.
Stensgård.
And if you were elected, your private affairs would not prevent your accepting the charge?
Monsen.
My private affairs would suffer, of course; but if it appeared that the good of the community demanded the sacrifice, I should have to put aside all personal considerations.
Stensgård.
Good; that’s good. And you have a party already: that I can see clearly.