Stensgård.
What am I?
The Chamberlain.
You are—that other thing—it’s on the tip of my tongue——
Stensgård.
Beware how you block my career!
The Chamberlain.
Beware? Of what?
Stensgård.
I will attack you in the papers, persecute you, libel you, do all I can to undermine your reputation. You shall shriek under the lash. You shall seem to see spirits in the air raining blows upon you. You shall huddle together in dread, and crouch with your arms bent over your head to ward off the strokes—you shall try to creep into shelter——