Pram. Ah, yes!
The Vicar. May they always in the future, as they have in the past,
grow in the holy fear of God and in meekness and gratitude towards
their parents!
All. Miss Valborg, Miss Signe!
Hamar (in a panic). Am I to signal?
Tjaelde. Oh, go to--!
Hamar. Well, if ever again--!
Tjaelde. Thank you very much, Mr. Vicar. Like you, I hope that
the intimate relations between parent and child that exist here--
The Vicar. It has always been a pleasure to me to come into your
most hospitable house.
Tjaelde. May I have the honour of drinking a glass of wine with
you? (They drink to each other.)
The Vicar. Excellent champagne, my dear sir!
Lind (to HOLM). It pains me to hear what you say. Is it possible
that this town, which owes so much to Mr. Tjaelde, repays him
with such ingratitude?
Holm (in a low voice). One never can quite confidently rely on him.
Lind. Really? I have heard others sing his praises so loudly, you
know.
Holm (as before). You misunderstand me. I mean his position--
Lind. His position? That must be merely envy! People are often so
unjust towards those whose enterprise has lifted them above the
heads of the crowd.
Holm. At any rate I assure you it was not from--
Lind (coldly).
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