I understand. [Calls.] Come, now, the glasses are filled.
Bastian.
You shan’t do it for nothing, I promise you.
Aslaksen.
All right, all right. [To the servant.] A lemon, Karen—quick as the wind!
[Bastian retires.
Stensgård.
A word, Aslaksen; shall you be passing here to-morrow evening?
Aslaksen.
To-morrow evening? I can, if you like.