Stensgård.
There’s nothing wrong at Stonelee, is there?
Heire.
Isn’t there? You have a short memory, my dear sir. Didn’t I tell you there were rumours of failure, and bankruptcy, and——?
Stensgård.
Well, what then?
Heire.
What then? That’s just what we want to know. There’s a hue and cry after Monsen; two men have come to Stonelee——
Stensgård.
Yes, I know—a couple of visitors——