Lundestad.
I cannot, in fact. After the disappointments in love that have befallen Mr. Stensgård to-day, Heaven forbid we should force the poor fellow into the political mill. He must rest and recover; a change of air is what he wants, and I shall see that he gets it. So if my constituents want me, why, they can have me.
The Gentlemen.
[Shaking hands with him enthusiastically.] Thanks, Lundestad! That’s a good fellow! You won’t fail us?
The Chamberlain.
Now, this is as it should be; things are settling down again. But whom have we to thank for all this?
Fieldbo.
Come, Aslaksen, you can explain——?
Aslaksen.
[Alarmed.] I, Doctor? I’m as innocent as the babe unborn!