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 Bernick

Why, then, explain to them

Vigeland.

It's no good our explaining to them, Consul

Rummel.

No, no, you must come yourself. Of course no one will dare to suspect you of anything of that sort.

Lona.

No, I should think not.

Bernick.

I cannot, I tell you; I am unwell;—at any rate wait—let me collect myself.

Doctor Rörlund enters from the right.

Rörlund.

Excuse me, Consul; you see me most painfully agitated

Bernick.

Well, well, what is the matter with you?

Rörlund.

I must ask you a question, Consul Bernick. Is it with your consent that the young girl who has found an asylum under your roof shows herself in the public streets in company with a person whom

Lona.

What person, Pastor?

Rörlund.

With the person from whom, of all others in the world, she should be kept furthest apart.