ASLAKSEN.
No; you have no right to. -- What a queer jumble it is! Daniel Heire, and Providence, and the Chamberlain, and Destiny, and Circumstance -- and I myself in the middle of it! I’ve often thought of unravelling it all and writing a book about it; but it’s so cursedly entangled that -- [Glances towards the door on the left.] Ah! They’re rising from table.
[The party, ladies and gentlemen, pass from the dining-room into the garden, in lively conversation. Among the guests is STENSGARD, with THORA on his left arm and SELMA on his right. FIELDBO and ASLAKSEN stand beside the door at the back. ]