Heire.
[Speaking low.] He was one of them—just as grateful as the rest, hee-hee! Do you know, I kept him a whole year at college?
Stensgård.
Indeed? Has Aslaksen been to college?
Heire.
Like young Monsen. He made nothing of it; also like——I say no more. Had to give him up, you see; he had already developed his unhappy taste for spirits——
Monsen.
But you’ve forgotten what you were going to tell Mr. Stensgård about the Chamberlain.
Heire.
Oh, it’s a complicated business. When my father was in his glory, things were going downhill with the old Chamberlain—this one’s father, you understand; he was a Chamberlain too.