I thank you for the magnanimous vengeance you have taken for my senseless words. In me you have henceforth a faithful champion. And now, ladies and gentlemen, I drink the health of the eagle on the mountain-top—the health of Chamberlain Bratsberg.
The Chamberlain.
[Clutching at the table.] Thank you, Mr.—Mr. Stensgård.
The Guests.
[For the most part in painful embarrassment.] The Chamberlain! Chamberlain Bratsberg!
The Chamberlain.
Ladies! Gentlemen! [Softly.] Thora!
Thora.
Father!
The Chamberlain.