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.