Madam Rundholmen.
Yes, that I am, the Lord knows! Oh, you dear, sweet——
Stensgård.
[Recoiling a step.] What is this?
Madam Rundholmen.
Bother, here comes some one!
Ragna Monsen enters hastily, and in evident disquietude, from the back.
Ragna.
I beg your pardon—isn’t my father here?
Madam Rundholmen.