(SCENE.--The same room. The table, which has been drawn to one side, is covered with bottles of champagne aged dishes of fruit. MRS. TJAELDE and SIGNE, with a manservant and a maid, are busy preparing it. Through the door on the right a lively conversation can be heard, and occasional bursts of laughter.)
Mrs. Tjaelde (in a tired voice). Now I think it is all ready.
Mrs. Tjaelde (looking at her watch). Yes, they will only have half an hour for their dessert, because Mr. Lind has to leave at five o'clock.
Signe . Ah, they have finished at last! Listen, they are getting up from the table. (Amidst the loud noise of conversation the noise of chairs being pushed back is audible.) Here they come!
Mrs. Tjaelde . Yes; let us retreat. (The maid goes out by the farther door; SIGNE helps MRS. TJAELDE out after her. The man-servant begins opening the champagne. The guests come in from the dining-room, headed by LIND escorted by TJAELDE, whom he is assuring that the dinner was excellent, to which TJAELDE replies that it is impossible to do much in a small country town. Both look at their watches, and observe that there is only half an hour left. TJAELDE vainly endeavours to persuade LIND to stay longer. Close behind them come HOLM and RING, engaged in an animated dispute about timber prices, the former maintaining that they will fall still lower, the latter that they will rise speedily owing to the fall in the prices of coal and iron, a point of view which the former vigorously controverts. Immediately behind them comes the VICAR, escorted by HAMAR, who is a little tipsy. The VICAR is assuring him that he has no objection to parishioners repudiating the obligation to attend the services of their own priest, so long as they are compelled to pay him for those services whether they avail themselves of them or not; because order, which is an essential characteristic of the Heavenly Kingdom, must be maintained. HAMAR tries to get in a word or two about the bay horse, but without success. At the same time KNUTZON and FALBE are deep in a discussion about a dancer whom FALBE has seen at Hamburg. He is maintaining that she can leap six feet into the air, which KNUTZON ventures to doubt, but FALBE says there is no doubt about it, and he knows because he has once sat at the same dinner-table with her. FINNE, KNUDSEN, and JAKOBSEN follow them. JAKOBSEN is heard challenging any one to contradict him, while the others eagerly protest that he has entirely misunderstood their meaning. He affirms stoutly that he doesn't care a damn what they meant, but that his employer is the greatest business man and the finest fellow in the world, or at all events in Norway. PRAM 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.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--
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). I don't doubt it. (Walks away from him.)
Jakobsen (with whom TJAELDE has just drunk). Gentlemen!
Knutzon (to HOLM, in passing). Is that boor really going to be allowed to make a speech! (Going up to LIND.) May I have the honour of drinking a glass of wine with you, Mr. Lind? (Several of the guests begin to talk, ostentatiously indifferent to JAKOBSEN who is trying to begin his speech.)
Jakobsen (in a formidable voice). Gentlemen! (Silence ensues, and he continues in his usual voice.) Permit a common man to say a word, too, on this festive occasion. I was a poor little boy when I entered Mr. Tjaelde's employment; but he pulled me out of the gutter. (Laughter.) I am-what I am, gentlemen! And therefore if any here is qualified to talk about Mr. Tjaelde, it is I; because I know him. I know he is a fine fellow.
Lind (to TJAELDE). Children and drunken men-- Tjaelde (laughing). --speak the truth!Jakobsen . There are lots of people that will tell you one thing or another about him--and, of course, he may have his failings like all of us. But as I find myself in such fine company as this I am going to say that--that--devil take me if Mr. Tjaelde isn't too good for the lot of you! (Laughter.)
Tjaelde. That's enough, Jakobsen!Jakobsen . No, it's not enough! Because there is one toast we have all forgotten, although we have all had such a splendid dinner. (Laughter. FALBE claps his hands and cries: "Bravo!") Yes, and it is nothing to laugh at; because it is the toast of Mrs. Tjaelde's health that we have not drunk!
Lind. Bravo!Jakobsen . There's a wife and mother for you! I can tell you--and it's true--she goes about the house attending to her duties and preparing for our entertainment when all the time she is ill, and she takes the whole thing on her shoulders and says nothing. God bless her, I say!--and that is all I have to say.
Several of the Guests (raising their glasses). Mrs. Tjaelde! Mrs. Tjaelde!Pram (grasping JAKOBSEN by the hand). That was fine of you, Jakobsen! (LIND joins them; PRAM steps aside respectfully.)
Lind. Will you drink a glass of wine with me, Jakobsen?
Jakobsen. Thank you, very much. I am only a common man--
Lind . But a good-hearted one! Your health! (They drink to each other. A boat is seen putting in to shore below the verandah. Its crew of six men stand up and toss their oars in naval fashion. SANNAES is standing at the helm.)
Holm (in a whisper, to KNUTZON). Tjaelde knew what he was doing when he invited Jakobsen!Knutzon (whispering). Just look at the boat!
Ring. Tjaelde is a very clever fellow--a very clever fellow! (VALBORG, SIGNE and MRS. TJAELDE are seen coming up the verandah steps.)
Tjaelde . Gentlemen, the moment of departure is at hand; I see the ladies coming to take leave of our distinguished guest. Let us take this last opportunity of gathering around him--round our prince-- and thanking him for coming! Let us cheer him with three times three! (Cheers.)
Lind. Thank you, gentlemen! There is so little time left that I must confine myself to merely bidding you all good-bye. (To MRS. TJAELDE.) Good-bye, my dear madam! You should have heard how your health was proposed and drunk just now. My warmest thanks for your hospitality, and forgive me for the trouble I have caused you. (To SIGNE.) Good-bye, Miss Signe. I am sorry time has not permitted me to have the honour of becoming better acquainted with you; you seem so full of spirit! But if, as you said, you are soon coming to Christiania--
Lind. Thank you, thank you--you will be most welcome. (To VALBORG.) Are you not feeling well, Miss Valborg?
Valborg. Yes.
Lind. You look so serious. (As VALBORG does not reply, he continues somewhat coldly:) Good-bye, Miss Valborg. (To HAMAR.) Good-bye, Mr.--Mr.--
Tjaelde. Mr. Hamar.
Lind. Ah, the young man that talked to me about a horse--your future son-in-law! Pray forgive me for not--
Hamar. Don't mention it!
Lind. Good-bye!
Hamar. A pleasant journey, sir!
Lind (coldly, to HOLM). Good-bye, Mr. Holm.
Holm (imperturbably polite). I wish you a very pleasant journey, Mr. Lind.
Lind (to PRAM). Good-bye, Mr. Pram.
Pram (holds his hand, and seems as if he wanted to say something but could not. At last he finds his voice). I want to thank you for--for--I want to thank you for--for--
Lind. You are an excellent fellow!
Pram (in a relieved voice). I am so glad to hear it! Thank you.
Lind (to KNUTZON). Good-bye, Mr.--
Knutzon (hastily). Knutzon. Pram. With a "z."
Lind (to KNUDSEN). Good-bye, Mr.--
Knudsen. Knudsen, again.
Pram. With an "s."
Lind (to FALBE). Mr--?
Falbe. Falbe.
Lind. Good-bye, Mr. Falbe! (To RING.) I am delighted to see you looking so well, Mr. Ring.
Ring (with a low bow). The same to you, sir!
Lind. Good-bye, Mr. Vicar!
The Vicar (holding his hand, impressively). Let me wish you good luck and happiness, Mr. Lind--
Lind. Thank you. (Tries to get away.)
The Vicar. --in your journey over the perilous seas to foreign lands!
Lind. Thank you. (Tries to get away.)
The Vicar. Let me wish you a safe return, Mr. Lind--
Lind. Thank you very much. (Tries to get away.)
The Vicar. --to our dear fatherland; a land, Mr. Lind, which possesses in you--
Lind. You must excuse me, Mr. Vicar, but time presses.
The Vicar. Let me thank you for the pleasure of our meeting to-day, Mr. Lind, for--
Lind. Indeed, there is no occasion! Good-bye! (To JAKOBSEN.) Good-bye, Jakobsen, good-bye!
Jakobsen. Good-bye, Mr. Lind! I am only a common man, I know; but that is no reason why I shouldn't wish you a pleasant journey too, is it?
Lind . Certainly not, Jakobsen.--Good-bye, Mr. Finne! By the way-- just a word! (In an undertone.) You said that Mr. Berent--. (Takes him aside.)
Tjaelde (to HAMAR). Now, remember the salute this time!--No, no, no! Don't be in such a hurry! Wait till the boat puts off! You want to make a mess of it again!
Tjaelde (to LIND, who holds out his hand to him). Goodbye, Mr. Lind! (In a low voice.) No one has so much reason to thank you for your visit as I. You are the only one that can understand--.
Lind (a shade coldly). Don't mention it, Mr. Tjaelde! Good luck to your business! (In warmer tones.) Good-bye everybody--and thank you all for your kindness! (The footman, who has for some time been holding out his hat to him, gives it him, and his coat to SANNAES. LIND steps on board the boat.)
All. Good-bye, Mr. Lind, good-bye!Tjaelde . One cheer more! (Cheers and a cannon salute are heard together. The boat glides away. They all wave their handkerchiefs. TJAELDE hurries into the room.) I have no handkerchief; that blockhead has--. (Looks at VALBORG.) Why are you not waving?
Valborg . Because I don't wish to. (TJAELDE looks at her, but says nothing. He goes into the other room and comes back with a table-napkin in each hand, and hurries on to the verandah.)
Tjaelde (waving and shouting). Good-bye! Good-bye!Signe. Let us go out to the point and see the last of them!
All. Yes, yes! (All but TJAELDE and VALBORG hurry off to the right.)
Tjaelde (coming into the room). I saw Berent coming! (VALBORG goes out by the door on the right. TJAELDE comes forward, throws the napkins on to a table and himself into a chair.) Oh--oh! But this must be the last time.--I shan't need this sort of thing any more! Never again! (Gets up wearily.) Ah, I had forgotten. Berent!
[The Curtain falls.][The interval between this scene and the next should be as short as possible.]
SCENE II
(SCENE.-TJAELDE'S private office. On the left, a desk strewn with ledgers and papers. On the right, a stove. An easy chair by the stove. A table in the foreground to the right; on it an inkstand and pens. Two armchairs; one at the table facing the audience, the other at the side of the table. Windows on either side of the desk; a door beyond the stove. A door in the background, leading to other offices. A bell-pull hangs down the wall. A chair on either side of the door. Quite at the back, on the left, a staircase leading direct to TJAELDE'S bedroom. BERENT and TJAELDE come in from the back.)
Tjaelde. You must excuse my receiving you here. But the other rooms are all upside down; we have had some people to dinner.Berent. I heard you had guests.
Tjaelde. Yes, Mr. Lind from Christiana.
Berent. Quite so.
Tjaelde . Won't you sit down? (BERENT lays down his hat and coat on a chair by the door. He comes slowly forward, sits down at the side of the table, and takes some papers from his breast-pocket. TJAELDE sits down at the other chair by the table and watches him indifferently.)
Berent . What we now want is some fixed standard by which to make our valuations, especially of real estate. Have you any objection to our making your business a basis for arriving at that?
Tjaelde. None at all.Berent. Then may I make my comments on your own figures, and ask you a few questions about them?
Tjaelde. By all means.
Berent . Well, to begin with, let us take your properties immediately round here; they will give us the best idea of local values. For instance, take the Mjölstad forest; you have put that down, I see, at £16,500.
Tjaelde (indifferently). Have I?Berent. You bought it for £10,000.
Tjaelde. Yes, four years ago. Timber prices ruled low then.
Berent. And since then you have cut down more than £20,000 worth of timber there.
Tjaelde. Who told you so?
Berent. Mr. Holst.
Tjaelde. Holst knows nothing about it. Berent. We must try to be very accurate, you know.
Tjaelde. Well, of course, the whole valuation is not my concern; but those whom it does concern will protest.
Berent (taking no notice of his objection). So I think we will reduce the £16,500 to £10,000.
Tjaelde. To £10,000! (Laughs.) As you please.
Berent. Calculating by the same standard, we can scarcely put down the Stav forest at more than £4000.
Tjaelde. Allow me to say that, if that is the way you are going to make your valuation, everybody in the place will have to go bankrupt!
Berent (with a smile). We will risk that. You have put down your wharf and its contents at £12,000.
Tjaelde. Including two ships in course of construction--
Berent. --for which it would be difficu