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 The Chamberlain.

Yes, Fieldbo, Fieldbo! Wasn't it he that palmed off a parcel of lies upon me?

Thora.

No, my dear father, it was I.

The Chamberlain.

You? Well, then, both of you! You were his accomplice—behind my back. A nice state of affairs!

Thora.

Oh, father, if you only knew

The Chamberlain.

Oh, I know enough; more than enough; much more!

Dr. Fieldbo enters from the back.

Fieldbo.

Good morning, Chamberlain! Good morning, Miss Bratsberg!

The Chamberlain.

[Still pacing the room.] So you are there, are you—bird of evil omen!

Fieldbo.

Yes, it was a very unpleasant affair.

The Chamberlain.

[Looking out at the window.] Oh, you think so?

Fieldbo.

You must have noticed how I kept my eye upon Stensgård all the evening. Unfortunately,