Lundestad.
Too late, Chamberlain; he’ll worm himself forward by dint of promises and general plausibility——
The Chamberlain.
I, too, can manœuvre, Mr. Lundestad.
Lundestad.
What will you do?
The Chamberlain.
Just watch. [Goes over to Fieldbo.] Doctor Fieldbo, will you do me a service?
Fieldbo.
With pleasure.