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 Lundestad.

Yes, the bill you accepted for him early this spring.

The Chamberlain.

My son? My son? Do you dare to tell me?

Lundestad.

Why, bless me, just think a moment; the bill for two thousand dollars drawn by your son

The Chamberlain.

[Groping for a chair.] Oh, my God!

Fieldbo.

For heaven's sake!

Ringdal.

It's not possible that!

The Chamberlain.

[Who has sunk down on a chair.] Quietly, quietly! Drawn by my son, you say? Accepted by me? For two thousand dollars?

Fieldbo.

[To Lundestad.] And this bill is in the Savings Bank?

Lundestad.

Not now; it was redeemed last week by Monsen

The Chamberlain.

By Monsen

Ringdal.

Monsen may still be at the works; I'll go