Haven’t the ghost of an idea.—It pains you? Your hand, young man! Pardon me if my frankness has wounded you. Believe me, you have yet many bitter lessons to learn in this life. You are young; you are confiding; you are trustful. It is beautiful; it is even touching; but—but—trustfulness is silver, experience is gold: that’s a proverb of my own invention, sir! God bless you!
[Goes.
Chamberlain Bratsberg, his daughter Thora, and Doctor Fieldbo enter from the left.
Lundestad.
[Strikes the bell on the rostrum.] Silence for Mr. Ringdal’s speech!
Stensgård.
[Shouts.] Mr. Lundestad, I demand to be heard!
Lundestad.
Afterwards.
Stensgård.