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 The Chamberlain.

Forgery? Forgery! Where did you see it? In whose hands?

Monsen.

That I won't tell you.

The Chamberlain.

Ha-ha! We shall soon find that out

Monsen.

Listen to me!

The Chamberlain.

Silence! It has come to this then! Forgery. They must mix me up in their abominations! No wonder, then, that people bracket me with the rest of you. But it is my turn now!

Monsen.

Chamberlain—for your own sake and for the sake of others

The Chamberlain.

Off with you! Out of my sight! It is you that are at the root of it all!—Yes you are! Woe unto him from whom offences come. Your home-life is scandalous. What sort of society do you get about you? Persons from Christiania and elsewhere, who think only of eating and drinking, and do not care in what company they gorge themselves. Silence! I have seen with my own eyes your distinguished guests tearing along the roads at Christmas-time like a pack of howling wolves. And there is worse behind. You have had scandals with your own maid-servants. You drove your