Fieldbo.
May I ask what I——?
The Chamberlain.
Don’t be curious, Doctor. I am never curious. Come, come—-no offence—good-night!
[The Chamberlain and Thora go out to the left; Fieldbo gazes thoughtfully after them.
Aslaksen.
[From the tent.] Hei, waiter! Pen and ink! Things are getting lively, Doctor!
Fieldbo.
What things?
Aslaksen.