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Lona.
Ho-ho!
Rörlund.
Is it with your consent, Consul?
Bernick.
I know nothing about it. [Looking for his hat and gloves.] Excuse me; I am in a hurry; I am going up to the Trade Council.
Hilmar.
[Enters from the garden and goes over to the second door to the left.] Betty, Betty, come here!
Mrs. Bernick.
[In the doorway.] What is it?
Hilmar.
You must go down the garden and put a stop to the flirtation a certain person is carrying on with Miss Dina Dorf. It has made me quite nervous to listen to it.
Lona.
Indeed? What did the person say?
Hilmar.
Oh, only that he wants her to go with him to America. Ugh!
Rörlund.
Can such things be possible!
Mrs. Bernick.
What do you say?
Lona.
Why, that would be capital.
