Bernick.
Of course. And the others are not coming either, I suppose?
Mrs. Bernick.
No; something has prevented them too.
Bernick.
I was sure it would. Where is Olaf?
Mrs. Bernick.
I allowed him to go for a walk with Dina.
Bernick.
H'm; that scatter-brained hussy, Dina! How could she go and forthwith strike up a friendship with Johan!
Mrs. Bernick.
Why, my dear Karsten, Dina has no idea
Bernick.
Well, then, Johan at least should have had tact enough to take no notice of her. I could see Vigeland's expressive glances.
Mrs. Bernick.
[Dropping her work into her lap.] Karsten, can you understand what has brought them home?
Bernick.
Well, he has a farm over there, that doesn't seem to be very flourishing; and she mentioned yesterday that they had to travel second-class
Mrs. Bernick.
Yes, I was afraid it must be something of that sort. But that she should have come with
