him—people who have started from nothing and are worth their half million
The Chamberlain.
Their half million! Oh, come now, let us keep to the hundred thousands. But neither the half million nor the hundred thousands can be scraped together with perfectly clean hands;—I don't mean in the eyes of the world; Heaven knows it is easy enough to keep within the law; but in respect to one's own conscience. Of course my son cannot descend to anything questionable; so you may be quite sure Mr. Erik Bratsberg's financial operations won't bring in any half millions.
Selma, in walking dress, enters from the back.
Selma.
Good-morning! Is Erik not here?
The Chamberlain.
Good-morning, child! Are you looking for your husband?
Selma.
Yes, he said he was coming here. Mr. Monsen called upon him early this morning, and then
The Chamberlain.
Monsen? Does Monsen come to your house?
Selma.
Now and then; generally on business. Why, my dear Thora, what's the matter? Have you been crying?
Thora.
Oh, it's nothing.
