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 Bernick.

Oh, what unspeakable happiness!

Mrs. Bernick.

You are not angry?

Bernick.

Oh, what surpassing happiness, Betty!

Rummel.

Why, you're absurdly nervous.

Hilmar.

Yes; the moment it comes to a little struggle with the elements—ugh!

Krap.

[At the window.] The procession is coming through the garden gate, Consul.

Bernick.

Yes, now let them come!

Rummel.

The whole garden is full of people.

Sandstad.

The very street is packed.

Rummel.

The whole town has turned out, Bernick. This is really an inspiring moment.

Vigeland.

Let us take it in a humble spirit, Mr. Rummel.