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 The Chamberlain.

[Looking after them.] It's impossible to get these two separated.

Fieldbo.

It would be sinful to try.

The Chamberlain.

Fools that we are! How Providence blesses us in spite of ourselves. [Calls out.] Thora, Thora, do look after Selma! Get a shawl for her, and don't let her run about so: she'll catch cold! How short-sighted we mortals are, Doctor! Do you know any cure for that disease?

Fieldbo.

The spectacles of experience; through them you will see more clearly a second time.

The Chamberlain.

You don't say so! Thanks for the advice. But since you feel yourself at home here, you must really pay a little attention to your guests.

Fieldbo.

Certainly; come, Stensgård, shall we?

The Chamberlain.

Oh, no, no—there's my old friend Heire out there

Fieldbo.

He thinks himself at home here too.

The Chamberlain.

Ha ha ha! So he does.