Ringdal.
Your son has sent me his balance-sheet. He will be able to pay in full; but there will be nothing over.
The Chamberlain.
H'm. Then will you get my resignation copied?
Ringdal.
I'll see to it.
[Goes out by the foremost door on the right.
Fieldbo.
Have you reflected what you are doing? Things can be arranged without any one being a bit the wiser.
The Chamberlain.
Indeed! Can I make myself ignorant of what has happened?
Fieldbo.
Oh, after all, what has happened? Has not he written to you, acknowledged his fault, and begged for your forgiveness? This is the only time he has done anything of the sort; why not simply blot it out?
The Chamberlain.
Would you do what my son has done?
Fieldbo.
He won't repeat it; that is the main point.
The Chamberlain.
How do you know he will not repeat it?
Fieldbo.
If for no other reason, because of what you yourself told me—the scene with your daughter-
