Lundestad.
That’s not a very nice way to put it. But what’s the matter with you? You look quite ill. Good God, I haven’t gone and blasted your hopes, have I?
Stensgård.
How do you mean?
Lundestad.
Yes, yes—I see it all. Old fool that I am! My dear Mr. Stensgård, if you really love the girl, what does it matter whether she is rich or poor?
Stensgård.
Matter? No, of course——
Lundestad.
Good Lord, we all know happiness isn’t a matter of money.