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 The Chamberlain.

Yes, upon the table.

Lundestad.

Against Monsen?

The Chamberlain.

Yes, against Monsen and his set. Of course they'll try to have their revenge; you can't blame them

Lundestad.

[Decidedly.] Mr. Stensgård must be supported—that is clear!

Thora.

Father dear, you must join in the game.

The Chamberlain.

Oh, nonsense, child

Thora.

Yes, indeed you must; Selma insists upon it.

The Chamberlain.

Very well, I suppose I must give in. [In an undertone as they go towards the back.] I'm quite distressed about Lundestad; he is really failing; fancy, he didn't in the least understand what Stensgård

Thora.

Oh, come, come; they've begun the game.

[She drags him into the circle of young people where the game is in full swing.

Erik.

[Calls from his place.] Mr. Heire, you are appointed forfeit-judge.