Aslaksen.
Of course I can. Is it libellous?
Lundestad.
No, certainly not!
Aslaksen.
Well, never mind; I’ll take it all the same.
Lundestad.
It is my political last will and testament; I shall write it to-night.
A Maid-servant.
[Enters from the left.] The punch, with Madam Rundholmen’s compliments.