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 Dina.

No, no, I won't have that. I will make my own way; I shall manage well enough over there. Only let me get away from here. Oh, those women—you don't know—they have actually written to me to-day, exhorting me to appreciate my good fortune, impressing upon me what magnanimity he has shown. To-morrow, and every day of my life, they would be watching me to see whether I showed myself worthy of it all. I have a horror of all this propriety!

Johan.

Tell me, Dina, is that your only reason for coming? Am I nothing to you?

Dina.

Yes, Johan, you are more to me than any one else in the world.

Johan.

Oh, Dina!

Dina.

They all tell me that I must hate and detest you; that it is my duty. But I don't understand all this about duty; I never could understand it.

Lona.

And you never shall, my child!

Martha.

No, you shall not; and that is why you must go with him, as his wife.

Johan.

Yes, yes!