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Mrs. Halm.
And all their blessings—
Falk.
To give them three or four days' treat, poor dears—
Soon he'll be buried over head and ears
In Swedish muddles and official messings—
I see!
Mrs. Halm [to Falk].
Now there's a man for you, in truth!
Guldstad.
They say he was a rogue, though, in his youth.
Miss Jay [offended].
There, Mr. Guldstad, I must break a lance!
I've heard as long as I can recollect,
Most worthy people speak with great respect
Of Pastor Strawman and his life's romance.
Guldstad [laughing].
Romance?
Miss Jay.
Romance! I call a match romantic
At which mere worldly wisdom looks askance.
Falk.
You make my curiosity gigantic.
