comes in by himself, wrapt in tipsy contemplation. They all talk at the same time.) Tjaelde (rapping on a glass). Gentlemen! (There is a sudden silence, except for the sound of the voices of FALBE and JAKOBSEN, who are hushed down by the others.) Gentlemen! I am sorry dinner has occupied such a long time. All (unanimously). No, no! Tjaelde. Our distinguished guest has, unfortunately, to leave us in half an hour, so I should like to take the opportunity of saying a few words. Gentlemen, we have a prince among us to-day. I say a prince, because if it is true that it is the financiers that rule the world--and it is true, gentlemen-- Pram (who is standing well forward, supporting himself by the edge of the table, says solemnly:) Yes. Tjaelde.--then our friend here is a prince! There is not a single important undertaking that he has not initiated, or at any rate backed with his name. Pram (lifting his glass). Mr. Lind, may I have the honour--? Voices. Sh! Sh! Tjaelde. Yes, gentlemen, his name backs every enterprise. It would be impossible to carry one through that had not his backing. Pram (solemnly). His backing. Tjaelde. Am I not right, then, in describing him as a prince? Falbe (in a feeble voice). Yes. Tjaelde. Gentlemen, to-day his name is once more exercising its powerful, I might say its creative, influence upon circumstances. I may say that at this moment the country holds no truer benefactor than he. Pram. Great man. Tjaelde. Let us drink his health! May prosperity attend him and his, and may his name be deathless in Norway! Mr. Lind! All. Mr. Lind! Mr. Lind! (They all drink his health effusively.) Tjaelde (to HAMAR, whom he pulls forward somewhat roughly, as the others begin to help themselves to the dessert.) What has become of the salute? Hamar (in consternation).Good Lord, yes! (Rushes to the window, but comes back.) I have no handkerchief. I must have laid it down in the dining-room. Tjaelde. Here is mine!(Feels in his pocket for it.) One cannot rely on you for the least thing. The salute will be too late now. It is disgraceful! (HAMAR goes to the window and waves the handkerchief madly. At last the report of a cannon is heard. The guests are standing in a group, holding their dessert plates.) Holm. A little bit late! Knutzon. Rather behind the moment-- Ring. A very important moment, however! Holm. A very unexpected one, anyway! Knutzon (jestingly). Allow me, amidst the cannon's roar, to introduce to you a man who has been led by the nose! Ring. Oh, Tjaelde knows what he is about! Tjaelde. Mr. Lind is kind enough to wish to propose a toast. (They all compose themselves into respectful silence.) Lind. Our worthy host has proposed my health in most flattering terms. I would merely add this, that wealth is entrusted to those who have it precisely in order that they may support industry, genius, and great undertakings. Pram (who has never changed his position). Nobly said.