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 Bernick.

[Wiping his forehead.] Yes; it really is rather oppressive in here.

Lona.

Wait a moment—we'll soon rise from the sepulchre. [Draws back the curtains.] We must have broad daylight here when my boy comes. Ah—then you shall see a boy that has washed himself

Hilmar.

Ugh!

Lona.

[Opens the door and the windows.] when he has washed himself, I mean—up at the hotel—for on board the steamer you get as dirty as a pig.

Hilmar.

Ugh, ugh!

Lona.

"Ugh"? Why if that isn't! [Points to Hilmar, and asks the others.] Does he still loaf about here saying "ugh" to everything?

Hilmar.

I do not loaf; I remain here by my doctor's orders.

Rörlund.

Ahem—ladies, I hardly think that

Lona.

[Catches sight of Olaf.] Is this your youngster, Betty? Give us your fist, my boy! Or are you afraid of your ugly old aunt?

Rörlund.

[Putting his book under his arm.] I do not think, ladies, that we are quite in the mood for