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 wife out of her mind by your ill-treatment and debauchery.

Monsen.

Come, this is going too far! You shall pay for these words!

The Chamberlain.

Oh, to the deuce with your threats! What harm can you do to me? Me? You asked what I had to say against you. Well, I have said it. Now you know why I have kept you out of decent society.

Monsen.

Yes, and now I'll drag your decent society down

The Chamberlain.

That way!

Monsen.

I know my way, Chamberlain!

[Goes out by the back.

The Chamberlain.

[Opens the door on the right and calls.] Ringdal, Ringdal—come here!

Ringdal.

What is it, sir?

The Chamberlain.

[Calls into the drawing-room.] Doctor, please come this way!—Now, Ringdal, now you shall see my prophecies fulfilled.

Fieldbo.

[Entering.] What can I do for you, Chamberlain?