Well?—And yet?
The Chamberlain.
And yet there’s always something confoundedly close about you; yes, and something—something uppish that I cannot endure!
Fieldbo.
Please explain yourself!
The Chamberlain.
I? No, it is you that ought to explain yourself! But now you must take the consequences.
Fieldbo.
We don’t understand each other, Chamberlain. I have no bill to give up to you; yet, who knows but I may be making a greater sacrifice for your sake?
The Chamberlain.