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?
