The Chamberlain.
Yes, upon the table.
Lundestad.
Against Monsen?
The Chamberlain.
Yes, against Monsen and his set. Of course they'll try to have their revenge; you can't blame them
Lundestad.
[Decidedly.] Mr. Stensgård must be supported—that is clear!
Thora.
Father dear, you must join in the game.
The Chamberlain.
Oh, nonsense, child
Thora.
Yes, indeed you must; Selma insists upon it.
The Chamberlain.
Very well, I suppose I must give in. [In an undertone as they go towards the back.] I'm quite distressed about Lundestad; he is really failing; fancy, he didn't in the least understand what Stensgård
Thora.
Oh, come, come; they've begun the game.
[She drags him into the circle of young people where the game is in full swing.
Erik.
[Calls from his place.] Mr. Heire, you are appointed forfeit-judge.
