Aslaksen.
Didn’t he gild his chimney-pots too?
Heire.
No; that was only a penny-a-liner’s lie; invented long before your time, however. But he made the money fly; and so did I in my time. My visit to London, for instance—haven’t you heard of my visit to London? I took a prince’s retinue with me. Have you really not heard of it, eh? And the sums I have lavished on art and science! And on bringing rising talent to the front!
Aslaksen.
[Rises.] Well, good-bye, gentlemen.
Monsen.
What? Are you leaving us?
Aslaksen.
Yes; I want to stretch my legs a bit. [Goes.