The Chamberlain.
Creep into shelter yourself—in a madhouse; that is the proper place for you!
Stensgård.
Ha-ha; that is a cheap retort; but you know no better, Mr. Bratsberg! I tell you the wrath of the Lord is in me. It is His will you are opposing. He has destined me for the light—beware how you cast a shadow!—Well, I see I shall make no way with you to-day; but that matters nothing. I only ask you to speak to your daughter—to prepare her—to give her the opportunity of choosing! Reflect, and look around you. Where can you expect to find a son-in-law among these plodding dunces? Fieldbo says she is deep and steadfast and true. So now you know just how matters stand. Good-bye, Chamberlain—I leave you to choose between my friendship and my enmity. Good-bye!
[Goes out by the back.
The Chamberlain.
So it has come to this! This is how they dare to treat me in my own house!
Fieldbo.
Stensgård dares; no one else would.
The Chamberlain.