The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 06 (of 11)Ibsen, Henrik
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The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 06 (of 11)
Ibsen, Henrik
Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906 -- Translations into English; Norwegian drama -- Translations into English
THE CHAMBERLAIN.
Yes, where was your knowledge of character, Lundestad? Well, well; we
are none of us infallible. Good-night, and thanks for a pleasant
evening. [_Turns to_ THORA _and the_ DOCTOR.] But bless me, I’ve been
positively rude to that fine young fellow!
FIELDBO.
How so?
THORA.
His call, you mean——?
THE CHAMBERLAIN.
He called twice. It’s really Lundestad’s fault. He told me he was an
adventurer and—and I forget what else. Fortunately I can make up for it.
THORA.
How?
THE CHAMBERLAIN.
Come, Thora; let us see to it at once——
FIELDBO.
Oh, do you think it’s worth while, Chamberlain——?
THORA.
[_Softly._] Hush!
THE CHAMBERLAIN.
When one has done an injustice one should lose no time in undoing it;
that’s a plain matter of duty. Good-night, Doctor. After all, I’ve spent
an amusing hour; and that’s more than I have to thank _you_ for to-day.
FIELDBO.
Me, Chamberlain?
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.
FIELDBO.
I’m afraid we have hotter days to come.
LUNDESTAD.
Do you think the Chamberlain was very angry?
FIELDBO.
Oh, not in the least; you could see that, couldn’t you? But what do you
say to the new League?
LUNDESTAD.
H’m; I say nothing. What is there to be said?
FIELDBO.
It’s the beginning of a struggle for power here in the district.
LUNDESTAD.
Well, well; no harm in a fight. He has great gifts, that Stensgård.
FIELDBO.
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