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 Vigeland.

[Who has also come in.]and in your own yard, too, Consul.

Bernick.

I shall never see him again, I tell you. I have lost him, Lona; and—I see it now—he has never been really mine. [Listens.] What is that?

Rummel.

Music. The procession is coming.

Bernick.

I cannot, I will not see any one!

Rummel.

What are you thinking of? It's impossible

Sandstad.

Impossible, Consul; think how much you have at stake.

Bernick.

What does it all matter to me now? Whom have I now to work for?

Rummel.

Can you ask? You have us and society.

Vigeland.

Yes, very true.

Sandstad.

And surely, Consul, you don't forget that we

Martha enters by the second door on the left. Music is heard, from far down the street.

Martha.

Here comes the procession; but Betty is not at home; I can't think where she