[Returning by the left.] Madam Rundholmen stands treat herself. She says she has the best right to.
Stensgård.
[Struck by an idea.] Madam Rundholmen—has the best right to——!
Lundestad.
What?
Stensgård.
The game is not lost, Mr. Lundestad!
[Sits at the right-hand table and writes.
Lundestad.
[In a low voice.] Oh, Aslaksen—can you get something into your next paper for me?