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 Mrs. Holt.

Ah, how nice your coffee smells, my dear Dina. Such a cup of coffee in the forenoon

Mrs. Bernick.

[In the verandah.] The coffee is ready, ladies.

[Martha and Dina have meanwhile helped the servant to bring in the coffee things. All the ladies go out and sit down; they vie with each other in talking kindly to Dina. After a time she comes into the room and looks for her serving.

Mrs. Bernick.

[Out at the coffee-table.] Dina, don't you want?

Dina.

No, thanks; I don't care for any.

[She sits down to sew. Mrs. Bernick and Rörlund exchange a few words; a moment after, he comes into the room.

Rörlund.

[Goes up to the table, as if looking for something, and says in a low voice.] Dina.

Dina.

Yes.

Rörlund.

Why will you not come out?

Dina.

When I came with the coffee I could see by the strange lady's looks that they had been talking about me.