Monsen.
What?
Heire.
Ow, ow, ow! Here am I letting cats out of bags——!
Monsen.
Have you been paying visits at the Chamberlain’s?
Stensgård.
Nonsense! A misunderstanding——
Heire.
A most unhappy slip on my part. But how was I to know it was a secret? [To Monsen.] Besides, you musn’t take my expressions too literally. When I say a visit, I mean only a sort of formal call; a frock-coat and yellow gloves affair——