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 Bernick.

Not at home! There, you see, Lona; no support either in joy or sorrow.

Rummel.

Back with the curtains! Come and help me, Mr. Krap! You too, Sandstad! What a terrible pity that the family should be scattered just at this moment! Quite against the programme.

[The curtains over the door and windows are drawn back. The whole street is seen to be illuminated. On the house opposite is a large transparency with the inscription, "Long live Karsten Bernick, the Pillar of our Society!"

Bernick.

[Shrinking back.] Away with all this! I will not look at it! Out with it, out with it!

Rummel.

Are you in your senses, may I ask?

Martha.

What is the matter with him, Lona?

Lona.

Hush! [Whispers to her.

Bernick.

Away with the mocking words, I say! Can you not see, all these lights are gibing at us?

Rummel.

Well, I must say