Stensgård.
Oh, love, love! Have done with that sickening hypocrisy.
Bastian.
Hypocrisy!
Stensgård.
Yes; you are lying to yourself, at any rate. You talk in one breath of town-contracts and of love. Why not call a spade a spade? There’s something sordid about all this; I will have nothing to do with it.
Bastian.
But listen——!
Stensgård.
Do your dirty work yourself, I say! [To Fieldbo, who enters from the right.] Well, how goes the election?