The Chamberlain.

My son’s bill?

Lundestad.

Yes, the bill you accepted for him early this spring.

The Chamberlain.

My son? My son? Do you dare to tell me——?

Lundestad.

Why, bless me, just think a moment; the bill for two thousand dollars drawn by your son——

The Chamberlain.

[Groping for a chair.] Oh, my God——!