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Ringdal.

He came in by the back way, and begs you to see him.

The Chamberlain.

H'm.—Oh, Doctor, just go into the drawing-room for a moment; there's some one here who—— But don't say a word to Selma of Mr. Stensgård and his visit. She must be kept outside all this business. As for my daughter, I should prefer that you should say nothing to her either; but—— Oh, what's the use———? Please go now.

[Fieldbo goes into the drawing-room. Ringdal has, in the meantime, gone back to his office, whence Monsen presently enters.

Monsen.

[At the door.] I beg ten thousand pardons, sir——

The Chamberlain.

Oh, come in, come in!

Monsen.

I trust your family is in good health?

The Chamberlain.

Thank you. Is there anything you want?

Monsen.

I can't quite put it that way. Thank heaven, I'm one of those that have got pretty nearly all they can want.

The Chamberlain.

Oh, indeed? That is a good deal to say.