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 Aslaksen.

Yes; I want to stretch my legs a bit. [Goes.

Heire.

[Speaking low.] He was one of them—just as grateful as the rest, hee-hee! Do you know, I kept him a whole year at college?

Stensgård.

Indeed? Has Aslaksen been to college?

Heire.

Like young Monsen. He made nothing of it; also like—- I say no more. Had to give him up, you see; he had already developed his unhappy taste for spirits

Monsen.

But you've forgotten what you were going to tell Mr. Stensgård about the Chamberlain.

Heire.

Oh, it's a complicated business. When my father was in his glory, things were going downhill with the old Chamberlain—this one's father, you understand; he was a Chamberlain too.

Bastian.

Of course; everything runs in families here.

Heire.

Including the social graces I say no more. The conversion of the currency, rash speculations, extravagances he launched out into, in the year