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 Bernick.

Of course. And the others are not coming either, I suppose?

Mrs. Bernick.

No; something has prevented them too.

Bernick.

I was sure it would. Where is Olaf?

Mrs. Bernick.

I allowed him to go for a walk with Dina.

Bernick.

H'm; that scatter-brained hussy, Dina! How could she go and forthwith strike up a friendship with Johan!

Mrs. Bernick.

Why, my dear Karsten, Dina has no idea

Bernick.

Well, then, Johan at least should have had tact enough to take no notice of her. I could see Vigeland's expressive glances.

Mrs. Bernick.

[Dropping her work into her lap.] Karsten, can you understand what has brought them home?

Bernick.

Well, he has a farm over there, that doesn't seem to be very flourishing; and she mentioned yesterday that they had to travel second-class

Mrs. Bernick.

Yes, I was afraid it must be something of that sort. But that she should have come with