Empty and wooden, eh?
Stensgård.
Fieldbo! Be my friend as you used to be! We have not understood each other of late. You have wounded and repelled me with your ridicule and irony. Believe me, it was wrong of you. [Embraces him.] Oh, my great God! how happy I am!
Fieldbo.
You too? So am I, so am I!
Stensgård.
Yes, I should be the meanest hound on earth if all heaven’s bounty didn’t make me good and true. How have I deserved it, Fieldbo? What have I, sinner that I am, done to be so richly blessed?
Fieldbo.
There is my hand! This evening I am your friend indeed!
Stensgård.