He is determined to make his way. LUNDESTAD. Youth is always determined to make its way. I was, when I was young; no one can object to that. But mightn’t we look in and see—— HEIRE. [_From the tent._] Well, Mr. Lundestad, are you going to move the previous question, eh? To head the opposition? Hee-hee! You must make haste! LUNDESTAD. Oh, I daresay I shall be in time. HEIRE. Too late, sir! Unless you want to stand godfather. [_Cheering from the tent._] There, they’re chanting Amen; the baptism is over. LUNDESTAD. I suppose one may be permitted to listen; I shall keep quiet. [_Enters the tent._ HEIRE. There goes one of the falling trees! There will be a rare uprooting, I can tell you! The place will soon look like a wood after a tornado. Won’t I chuckle over it! FIELDBO. Tell me, Mr. Heire, what interest have you in the matter? HEIRE. Interest? I am entirely disinterested, Doctor! If I chuckle, it is on behalf of my fellow citizens. There will be life, spirit, go, in things. For my own part—good Lord, it’s all the same to me; I say, as the Grand Turk said of the Emperor of Austria and the King of France—I don’t care whether the pig eats the dog or the dog the pig. [_Goes out towards the back on the right._ THE CROWD. [_In the tent._] Long live Stensgård! Hurrah! Hurrah for the League of Youth! Wine! Punch! Hei, hei! Beer! Hurrah! BASTIAN. [_Comes from the tent._] God bless you and every one! [_With tears in his voice._] Oh, Doctor, I feel so strong this evening; I must do something. FIELDBO. Don’t mind me. What would you like to do? BASTIAN. I think I’ll go down to the dancing-room and fight one or two fellows. [_Goes out behind the tent._ STENSGÅRD. [_Comes from the tent without his hat, and greatly excited._] My dear Fieldbo, is that you? FIELDBO. At your service, Tribune of the People! For I suppose you’ve been elected——? STENSGÅRD. Of course; but—— FIELDBO. And what is to come of it all? What nice little post are you to have? The management of the Bank? Or perhaps—— STENSGÅRD. Oh, don’t talk to me like that! I know you don’t mean it. You are not so empty and wooden as you like to appear. FIELDBO. Empty and wooden, eh? STENSGÅRD.