Yes, and now I’ll drag your decent society down—— THE CHAMBERLAIN. That way! MONSEN. I know my way, Chamberlain! [_Goes out by the back._ THE CHAMBERLAIN. [_Opens the door on the right and calls._] Ringdal, Ringdal—come here! RINGDAL. What is it, sir? THE CHAMBERLAIN. [_Calls into the drawing-room._] Doctor, please come this way!—Now, Ringdal, now you shall see my prophecies fulfilled. FIELDBO. [_Entering._] What can I do for you, Chamberlain? RINGDAL. What prophecies, sir? THE CHAMBERLAIN. What do you say to this, Doctor? You have always accused me of exaggerating when I said that Monsen was corrupting the neighbourhood. FIELDBO. Well, what then? THE CHAMBERLAIN. We are getting on, I can tell you! What do you think? There are forgeries going about. RINGDAL. Forgeries? THE CHAMBERLAIN. Yes, forgeries! And whose name do you think they have forged? Why, mine! FIELDBO. Who in the world can have done it? THE CHAMBERLAIN. How can I tell? I don’t know all the scoundrels in the district. But we shall soon find out.—Doctor, do me a service. The papers must have come into the hands either of the Savings Bank or the Iron-works Bank. Drive up to Lundestad; he is the director who knows most about things. Find out whether there is any such paper—— FIELDBO. Certainly; at once. RINGDAL. Lundestad is here at the works to-day; there’s a meeting of the school committee. THE CHAMBERLAIN. So much the better. Find him; bring him here. FIELDBO. I’ll go at once. [_Goes out at the back._ THE CHAMBERLAIN. And you, Ringdal, make inquiries at the Ironworks. As soon as we have got to the bottom of the matter, we’ll lay an information. No mercy to the scoundrels! RINGDAL. Very good, sir. Bless me, who’d have thought of such a thing? [_Goes out to the right._ [THE CHAMBERLAIN _paces the room once or twice, and is then about to go into his study. At that instant_ ERIK BRATSBERG _enters from the back._ ERIK. My dear father——! THE CHAMBERLAIN. Oh, are _you_ there? ERIK. I want so much to speak to you. THE CHAMBERLAIN.