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Heire.

Yes, by-the-bye——! What on earth was the meaning of all that?

The Chamberlain.

I'll tell you afterwards. And you told him——

Lundestad.

You persuaded him it was a forgery?

Heire.

Pooh, a mere innocent jest, to bewilder him a little in the hour of triumph.

Lundestad.

And you told him both signatures were forged?

Heire.

Oh yes; why not both while I was about it?

The Chamberlain.

So that was it!

Lundestad.

[To the Chamberlain.] And when he heard that——

The Chamberlain.

He gave the bill to Ringdal!

Lundestad.

The bill that was useless as a weapon of offence.

The Chamberlain.

He shams magnanimity! Makes a fool of me a second time! Gains admission to my house, and makes me welcome him and thank him—this—this——! And this is the fellow——

Heire.

Why, what are you going on about, my dear sir?