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 The Chamberlain.

Well, my dear Lundestad, are you sticking to those crotchets of yours?

Lundestad.

They are no crotchets, Chamberlain; rather than be ousted, one should give way gracefully.

The Chamberlain.

Nonsense; who is dreaming of ousting you?

Lundestad.

H'm; I'm an old weather-prophet. There has been a change in the wind. Besides, I have my successor ready. Mr. Stensgård is willing

The Chamberlain.

Mr. Stensgård?

Lundestad.

Wasn't that what you meant? I took it for a hint when you said he was a man we must make friends with and support.

The Chamberlain.

I meant in his onslaught upon all the corruption and swindling that goes on at Stonelee.

Lundestad.

But how could you count so confidently upon his breaking with that crew?

The Chamberlain.

He did it openly enough last evening, my dear fellow.