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 Johan.

Isn't it? Well, what does it matter to me when once I am back again at my farm?

Bernick.

Then you are going back?

Johan.

Of course.

Bernick.

But not so very soon, I hope?

Johan.

As soon as possible. It was only to please Lona that I came over at all.

Bernick.

Indeed! How so?

Johan.

Well, you see, Lona is not so young as she once was, and for some time past a sort of home-sickness has come over her, though she would never admit it. [Smiling.] She dared not leave behind her a scapegrace like me, who, before I was out of my teens, had been mixed up in

Bernick.

And then?

Johan.

Well, Karsten, now I must make a confession I am really ashamed of.

Bernick.

You haven't told her the whole story?