Not at all, sir, not at all! Madam Rundholmen has solid legs to stand on.
Stensgård.
No matter! I have quite other intentions. All that about the letter was only a joke—a wager, as I told you. My dear Mr. Heire, do oblige me by not saying a word to any one of this silly affair.
Heire.
I see, I see! It’s to be kept secret; it’s to be a romance. Ah, youth, youth! it’s nothing if not poetical.
Stensgård.
Yes, yes; mum’s the word. You shan’t regret it—I’ll take up your cases——Sh! I rely upon you.
[He retires.
The Chamberlain.
[Who has meanwhile been talking to Lundestad.] No, Lundestad—that I really cannot believe!