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 The Chamberlain.

Are you sure of that?

Heire.

Quite certain. "You can make what use you please of it," he said. But I don't understand

Lundestad.

I want to speak to you, Mr. Heire—and you too, Ringdal.

[The three converse in a whisper at the back.

Fieldbo.

Chamberlain!

The Chamberlain.

Well?

Fieldbo.

Your son's bill is genuine, of course?

The Chamberlain.

One would suppose so

Fieldbo.

Of course. But now if the forged bill were to turn up?

The Chamberlain.

I will lay no information.

Fieldbo. Naturally not;—but you must do more.

The Chamberlain.

[Rising.] I can do no more.

Fieldbo.

Yes, for heaven's sake, you can and must. You must save the poor fellow