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 Johan.

What do you mean?

Martha.

Oh, nothing.

Johan.

You don't seem overjoyed to see me again.

Martha.

I have waited so long, Johan—too long.

Johan.

Waited? For me to come?

Martha.

Yes.

Johan.

And why did you think I would come?

Martha.

To expiate where you had sinned.

Johan.

I?

Martha.

Have you forgotten that a woman died in shame and need for your sake? Have you forgotten that by your fault a young girl's best years have been embittered?

Johan.

And you say this to me? Martha, has your brother never?

Martha.

What of him?

Johan.

Has he never? Oh, I mean has he never said so much as a word in my defence?