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 Olaf.

Sh, don't tell, auntie. I'm going to Uncle Johan; only down to the pier, you know;—just to say good-bye to him. Good-night, auntie!

[He runs out through the garden.

Lona.

No! stop! Olaf!—Olaf!

Johan Tönnesen, in travelling dress, with a bag over his shoulder, steals in by the door on the right.

Johan.

Lona!

Lona.

[Turning.] What! You here again?

Johan.

There are still a few minutes to spare. I must see her once more. We cannot part so.

Martha and Dina, both wearing cloaks, and the latter with a small travelling-bag in her hand, enter by the second door on the left.

Dina.

I must see him! I must see him!

Martha.

Yes, you shall go to him, Dina!

Dina.

There he is!

Johan.

Dina!

Dina.

Take me with you!