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The Chamberlain.
Oh, let us have no big phrases! There's no honour involved in commercial success nowadays; quite the opposite, I had almost said. Go home and make up your accounts; pay every man his due, and have done with it, the sooner the better.
Erik.
Oh, you don't know
Selma and Thora enter from the drawing-room.
Selma.
Is that Erik's voice?—Good heavens, what is the matter?
The Chamberlain.
Nothing. Go into the drawing-room again.
Selma.
No, I won't go. I will know. Erik, what is it? Tell me!
Erik.
It's only that I am ruined!
Thora.
Ruined!
The Chamberlain.
There, you see!
Selma.
What is ruined?
Erik.
Everything.
Selma.
Do you mean you have lost your money?
