Heire.
For marrying men, Madam Rundholmen; for marrying men! Unfortunately, my law-suits take up all my time——
Madam Rundholmen.
Oh, nonsense; you’ve always plenty of time to get married.
Heire.
No; deuce take me if I have! Marriage is a thing you’ve got to give your whole mind to. Well, well—if you can’t have me, you must put up with somebody else. For you ought to marry again.
Madam Rundholmen.
Now, do you know, I’m sometimes of the same opinion.
Heire.
Naturally; when once one has tasted the joys of matrimony——Of course, poor Rundholmen was one in a thousand——