The Chamberlain.
I? No, it is you that ought to explain yourself! But now you must take the consequences.
Fieldbo.
We don't understand each other, Chamberlain. I have no bill to give up to you; yet, who knows but I may be making a greater sacrifice for your sake?
The Chamberlain.
Indeed! How so?
Fieldbo.
By holding my tongue.
The Chamberlain.
Holding your tongue, indeed! Shall I tell you what I am tempted to do? To forget my manners, use bad language, and join the League of Youth. You are a stiff-necked Pharisee, my good Doctor; and that sort of thing is out of place in our free society. Look at Stensgård; he is not like that; so he shall come here whenever he likes; he shall—he shall! Oh, what's the use of talking! You must take the consequences; as you make your bed, so you must lie.
Lundestad.
[Enters from the back.] My congratulations, Chamberlain! May you long enjoy the respect and
The Chamberlain.
Oh, go to the devil—I'm almost inclined to say! That's all humbug, my dear Lundestad. There's nothing but humbug in this world.
Lundestad.
That is what Mr. Monsen's creditors are saying.
