Aslaksen.
Oh, Chamberlain——
The Chamberlain.
No false modesty, Mr. Aslaksen! I haven’t hitherto been in the habit of reading your paper, but henceforth I will. I shall subscribe for ten copies.
Aslaksen.
Oh, you can have twenty, Chamberlain!
The Chamberlain.
Very well, then; let me have twenty. And if you need money, come to me; I mean to support the press; but I tell you once for all—I won’t write for it.
Ringdal.
What’s this I hear? Your daughter engaged?