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 him! She! After the terrible way she insulted you!

Bernick.

Oh, don't think of those old stories.

Mrs. Bernick.

How can I think of anything else? He is my own brother; and yet it is not of him that I think, but of all the unpleasantness it will bring upon you. Karsten, I am so dreadfully afraid that

Bernick.

What are you afraid of?

Mrs. Bernick.

Might they not think of arresting him for that money your mother lost?

Bernick.

What nonsense! Who can prove that she lost the money?

Mrs. Bernick.

Why, the whole town knows it, unfortunately; and you said yourself

Bernick.

I said nothing. The town knows nothing whatever of the matter; it was all idle gossip.

Mrs. Bernick.

Oh, how noble you are, Karsten.

Bernick.

Put all those old stories out of your head, I say! You don't know how you torture me by raking them up again. [He walks up and down the room;