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 Mrs. Bernick.

Oh, listen to me!

Bernick.

Why did you not watch over him? Now I have lost him. Give him back to me, if you can!

Mrs. Bernick.

I can, I can; I have him!

Bernick.

You have him!

The Men.

Ah!

Hilmar.

Ah, I thought so.

Martha.

Now you have him again, Karsten.

Lona.

Yes; now win him as well.

Bernick.

You have him! Can this be true? Where is he?

Mrs. Bernick.

I shall not tell you until you have forgiven him.

Bernick.

Oh, forgiven, forgiven! But how did you come to know?

Mrs. Bernick.

Do you think a mother has no eyes? I was in mortal terror lest you should hear of it. A few words he let fall yesterday; and his room