Monsen.
Ha, ha! You didn’t, eh?
Heire.
I had a sufficient excuse: had to cross the river, and it was unfortunately the very year of Bastian’s bridge—plump! down it went, you know——
Bastian.
Why, confound it all——!
Heire.
Take it coolly, young man! You are not the first that has bent the bow till it breaks. Everything runs in families, you know——I say no more.
Monsen.
Ho ho ho! You say no more, eh? Well, drink, then, and say no more! [To Stensgård.] You see, Mr. Heire’s tongue is licensed to wag as it pleases.