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Hilda.
I daresay you live on the fat of the land at the hotel.
Lyngstrand.
I am not staying at the hotel now. It was too expensive for me.
Hilda.
Where are you now, then?
Lyngstrand.
I have a room at Madam Jensen's.[1]
Hilda.
Which Madam Jensen's?
Lyngstrand.
The midwife's.
Hilda.
Excuse me, Mr. Lyngstrand, but I really have no time to
Lyngstrand.
Oh, I suppose I oughtn't to have said that.
Hilda.
Said what?
Lyngstrand.
What I said just now.
Hilda.
[Looks at him witheringly from top to toe.] I don't in the least understand you.
Lyngstrand.
No, no. Well, I must bid you good-bye for the present, ladies.
Pronounce Yensen.
