Monsen.
I flatter myself the majority of the younger, go-ahead generation——
Aslaksen.
H’m, h’m! 'ware spies!
Daniel Heire enters from the tent; he peers about shortsightedly, and approaches.
Heire.
May I beg for the loan of a spare seat; I want to sit over there.
Monsen.
The benches are fastened here, you see; but won’t you take a place at this table?
Heire.