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 Hilmar.

Ugh! ugh!

Mrs. Bernick.

And you come here as?

Bernick.

You are actually going to appear-?

Lona.

Appear? How appear?

Bernick.

I mean—in the circus?

Lona.

Ha ha ha! What nonsense, brother-in-law. Do you think I belong to the circus? No; it's true I have turned my hand to all sorts of things, and made a fool of myself in many ways

Mrs. Rummel.

H'm

Lona.

but I've never learnt to play tricks on horseback.

Bernick.

Then you are not?

Mrs. Bernick.

Oh, thank God!

Lona.

No, no; we came like other respectable people—second class, it's true; but we're used to that.

Mrs. Bernick.

We, you say?