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 The Chamberlain.

Why should you? Ah, here's the Doctor! Starving, I'll be bound.

Fieldbo.

It doesn't matter, Chamberlain. The servants will attend to me. I feel myself almost at home here, you know.

The Chamberlain.

Oh, you do, do you? I wouldn't be in too great a hurry.

Fieldbo.

What? Am I taking too great a liberty? You yourself permitted me to

The Chamberlain.

What I permitted, I permitted. Well, well, make yourself at home, and forage for something to eat. [Slaps him lightly on the shoulder and turns to Lundestad.] Now, here's one you may call an adventurer and—and the other thing I can't remember.

Fieldbo.

Why, Chamberlain!

Lundestad.

No, I assure you

The Chamberlain.

No arguments after dinner; it's bad for the digestion. They'll serve the coffee outside presently. [Goes with the guests into the garden.

Lundestad.

[To Fieldbo.] Did you ever see the Chamberlain so strange as he is to-day?