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 Rörlund.

What! You at home at this time of the day, Consul!

Bernick.

[Absently.] As you see!

Rörlund.

I looked in to see your wife. I thought she might need a word of consolation.

Bernick.

I daresay she does. But I, too, should be glad of a word with you.

Rörlund.

With pleasure, Consul. But what is the matter with you? You look quite pale and upset.

Bernick.

Indeed? Do I? Well, can you wonder at it, with such a host of things crowding upon me all at once. Besides all my usual business, I have this affair of the railwayGive me your attention for a moment, Doctor; let me ask you a question.

Rörlund.

By all means, Consul.

Bernick.

A thought has occurred to me lately: When one stands on the threshold of a great undertaking, that is to promote the welfare of thousands,—if a single sacrifice should be demanded?

Rörlund.

How do you mean?