Berta.
[Beside the table, at a loss what to do with the bouquet in her hand.] I declare there isn't a bit of room left. I think I'll put it down here, Miss.
[She places it on the piano.
Miss Tesman.
So you've got a new mistress now, my dear Berta. Heaven knows it was a wrench to me to part with you.
Berta.
[On the point of weeping.] And do you think it wasn't hard for me too, Miss? After all the blessed years I've been with you and Miss Rina.[1]
Miss Tesman.
We must make the best of it, Berta. There was nothing else to be done. George can't do without you, you see—he absolutely can't. He has had you to look after him ever since he was a little boy.
Berta.
Ah but, Miss Julia, I can't help thinking of Miss Rina lying helpless at home there, poor thing. And with only that new girl too! She'll never learn to take proper care of an invalid.
Miss Tesman.
Oh, I shall manage to train her. And of course, you know, I shall take most of it upon myself. You needn't be uneasy about my poor sister, my dear Berta.
1 Pronounce Reena.
