[Goes out by the back.
Bastian.
What did he mean by winning and losing?
Stensgård.
I’ll tell you afterwards. But now, my dear Monsen—to return to what we were talking about—I promised to put in a good word for you——
Bastian.
You promised? On the contrary, I thought you said——?
Stensgård.
Oh, nonsense; you didn’t let me explain myself fully. What I meant was that there is something sordid in mixing up your love with town-contracts and so forth; it is an offence against all that is noblest in your nature. So, my dear friend, if you really love the girl——
Bastian.