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 Lona.

[Looking after her.] Poor Betty!

[Consul Bernick comes out of his office.

Bernick.

[Still at the door.] Yes, yes; that's all right, Krap—that's excellent. Send four hundred crowns for a dinner to the poor. [Turns.] Lona? [Advancing.] You are alone? Is not Betty here?

Lona.

No. Shall I call her?

Bernick.

No, no; please don't! Oh, Lona, you don't know how I have been burning to talk openly with you—to beg for your forgiveness.

Lona.

Now listen, Karsten: don't let us get sentimental. It doesn't suit us.

Bernick.

You must hear me, Lona. I know very well how much appearances are against me, since you have heard all about Dina's mother. But I swear to you it was only a momentary aberration; at one time I really, truly, and honestly loved you.

Lona.

What do you think has brought me home just now?

Bernick.

Whatever you have in mind, I implore you to do nothing before I have justified myself. I can do it, Lona; at least I can show that I was not altogether to blame.