Lind. I am only an administrator of a trust, and too often a weak and short-sighted one. Pram. Beautiful. Lind. But I shall not be mistaken if I say that Mr. Tjaelde's many-sided activities, which we must all admire, rest upon a sound foundation; and of that fact no one, at the present moment, is better able to judge than I. (The guests look at one another in surprise.) Therefore I have no hesitation in saying that his activities are an honour to this town, to this district, to our whole country, and that therefore his genius and his energy deserve support. I propose the toast of "prosperity to the firm of Tjaelde!" All. Prosperity to the firm of Tjaelde! (HAMAR signals again with the handkerchief, and a cannon shot is heard.) Tjaelde. I thank you heartily, Mr. Lind! I am profoundly touched. Lind. I said no more than I am convinced of, Mr. Tjaelde!! Tjaelde. Thank you! (To HAMAR.) What do you mean by signalling for a salute for the host? Blockhead! Hamar. You said there was to be a salute when a toast was proposed, didn't you? Tjaelde. Oh, you are a--! Hamar (to himself). Well, if ever again I--! Holm. Then it is an accomplished fact, I suppose? Knutzon. _Fait accompli_! That toast represents twenty thousand pounds, at least. Ring. Yes, Tjaelde knows what he is about! I have always said that! (FALBE is seen drinking ceremoniously with LIND. JAKOBSEN comes forward, talking to KNUDSEN.) Jakobsen (in a low voice). There isn't a word of truth in what you say! Knudsen. But, my dear Jakobsen, you misunderstand me! Jakobsen (louder). Hang it, I know my people! Knudsen. Don't talk so loud! Jakobsen (still louder). What I say any one may hear! Tjaelde. (at the same moment). The Vicar wishes to say a few words. Knudsen (to JAKOBSEN). Hush! The Vicar wishes to say a few words. Jakobsen. Have I got to hush because that damned-- Tjaelde (in a voice of authority). The Vicar wishes to speak. Jakobsen. I beg your pardon! The Vicar (in a feeble voice). As the spiritual adviser of this household, I have the pleasing duty of invoking a blessing on the gifts that have been so richly showered upon our host and his friends. May they be to their souls' present good and eternal welfare! Pram. Amen. The Vicar. I am going to ask you to drink the health of our host's dear children--those lovely girls whose welfare has been the object of my prayers ever since they were confirmed--ever since that memorable day when household and religious duties began to walk side by side. 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--