Stensgård.
By aping me. Be sensible now, Monsen, and give it up. It’s quite disgusting. But look here—can you tell me when your father is coming back?
Bastian.
I have no idea. I believe he’s gone to Christiania; he may not be back for a week or so.
Stensgård.
Indeed? I’m sorry for that. He has a big stroke of business on hand, I hear.
Bastian.
I have a big stroke of business on hand too. Look here, Stensgård, you must do me a service.
Stensgård.
Willingly. What is it?