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 The Chamberlain.

Yes, yes, yes—you and others.

Fieldbo.

May I ask what I?

The Chamberlain.

Don't be curious, Doctor. I am never curious. Come, come—-no offence—good-night!

[The Chamberlain and Thora go out to the left; Fieldbo gazes thoughtfully after them.

Aslaksen.

[From the tent.] Hei, waiter! Pen and ink! Things are getting lively, Doctor!

Fieldbo.

What things?

Aslaksen.

He's founding the League. It's nearly founded.

LUNDESTAD.

[Who has quietly drawn near.] Are many putting down their names?

Aslaksen.

We've enrolled about seven-and-thirty, not counting widows and so forth. Pen and ink, I say! No waiters to be found!—that's the fault of the local situation.

[Goes off behind the tent.

Lundestad.

Puh! It has been hot to-day.