No, you gave her Bastian Monsen’s; here is yours.
Stensgård.
Bastian’s? And here——? [Glances at the address, crumples the letter together, and crams it into his pocket.] Oh, curse you for a blunderer!
Madam Rundholmen.
Of course I was willing enough. There’s no trusting the men-folk, I know; but when you have it in black and white that their intentions are honourable——Why, there’s Mr. Stensgård, I declare. Well, Mr. Stensgård, won’t you congratulate me?
Heire.
[To Lundestad.] How hungrily she glares at him.
The Chamberlain.
Of course he will, Madam Rundholmen; but won’t you congratulate your sister-in-law to be?
Madam Rundholmen.