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 Bernick.

Yes, what—what did you intend? I cannot fathom you.

Lona.

H'm

Bernick.

It was not hatred then? Not revenge? Why did you come over?

Lona.

Old friendship does not rust.

Bernick.

Lona!

Lona.

When Johan told me all that about the lie, I swore to myself: The hero of my youth shall stand free and true.

Bernick.

Oh, how little has a pitiful creature like me deserved this of you!

Lona.

Yes, if we women always asked for deserts, Karsten!

Aune and Olaf enter from the garden.

Bernick.

[Rushing to him.] Olaf!

Olaf.

Father, I promise never to do it again.

Bernick.

To run away?

Olaf.

Yes, yes, I promise, father.