Aslaksen.
Yes; I want to stretch my legs a bit. [Goes.
Heire.
[Speaking low.] He was one of them—just as grateful as the rest, hee-hee! Do you know, I kept him a whole year at college?
Stensgård.
Indeed? Has Aslaksen been to college?
Heire.
Like young Monsen. He made nothing of it; also like—- I say no more. Had to give him up, you see; he had already developed his unhappy taste for spirits
Monsen.
But you've forgotten what you were going to tell Mr. Stensgård about the Chamberlain.
Heire.
Oh, it's a complicated business. When my father was in his glory, things were going downhill with the old Chamberlain—this one's father, you understand; he was a Chamberlain too.
Bastian.
Of course; everything runs in families here.
Heire.
Including the social graces I say no more. The conversion of the currency, rash speculations, extravagances he launched out into, in the year
