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 Rörlund.

True, true! And more than that. This person, in whom you were about to place your trust, did not run away empty-handed—Mrs. Bernick's strong-box—the Consul can bear witness!

Lona.

Liar!

Bernick.

Ah!

Mrs. Bernick.

Oh God! oh God!

Johan.

[Goes towards him with uplifted arm.] You dare to!

Lona.

[Keeping him back.] Don't strike him, Johan.

Rörlund.

Yes, yes; assault me if you like. But the truth shall out; and this is the truth. Consul Bernick has said so himself; it is notorious to the whole town.—Now, Dina, now you know him.

[A short pause.

Johan.

[Softly seizing Bernick's arm.] Karsten, Karsten, what have you done?

Mrs. Bernick.

[Softly, in tears.] Oh, Karsten, that I should bring all this shame upon you!

Sandstad.

[Enters hastily from the right, and says, with his hand still on the door-handle.] You must really come