mixed up in, I hope. And now I mean thoroughly to enjoy the few days I shall have here. You can't think what a splendid walk we have had this forenoon. Who could have imagined that the little baggage that used to trot about and play angels in the theatre! But tell me—what became of her parents afterwards?
Bernick.
Oh, there's nothing to tell except what I wrote you immediately after you left. You got my two letters, of course?
Johan.
Of course, of course; I have them both. The drunken scoundrel deserted her?
Bernick.
And was afterwards killed in a drinking-bout.
Johan.
And she herself died soon after? I suppose you did all you could for her without exciting attention?
Bernick.
She was proud; she betrayed nothing, but she would accept nothing.
Johan.
Well, at any rate, you did right in taking Dina into your house.
Bernick.
Oh, yes However, it was really Martha that arranged that.
Johan.
Ah, it was Martha? By-the-bye, where is Martha to-day?
