While the heirs and heiresses are enjoying everything, they do and prepare for their weddings. The Old Masters and Masters sat down in front of a round table, which seats forty people.
The silence is overwhelming.
"... For a week now, our heirs and heiresses have not spoken to us..." Master Goldsmith broke the silence.
"What did you expect, that they would give us a round of applause and a hug after what we confessed what we did to them?" Master Gustaf said with contempt. "I told you we shouldn't hide it for long. They should have known when they turned fifteen... They've been maturing since they were ten."
The others couldn't help but nod.
The Old Masters sighed in regret.
