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The Chamberlain.
Yes, yes, yes—you and others.
Fieldbo.
May I ask what I?
The Chamberlain.
Don't be curious, Doctor. I am never curious. Come, come—-no offence—good-night!
[The Chamberlain and Thora go out to the left; Fieldbo gazes thoughtfully after them.
Aslaksen.
[From the tent.] Hei, waiter! Pen and ink! Things are getting lively, Doctor!
Fieldbo.
What things?
Aslaksen.
He's founding the League. It's nearly founded.
LUNDESTAD.
[Who has quietly drawn near.] Are many putting down their names?
Aslaksen.
We've enrolled about seven-and-thirty, not counting widows and so forth. Pen and ink, I say! No waiters to be found!—that's the fault of the local situation.
[Goes off behind the tent.
Lundestad.
Puh! It has been hot to-day.
