Rörlund.
True, true! And more than that. This person, in whom you were about to place your trust, did not run away empty-handed—Mrs. Bernick's strong-box—the Consul can bear witness!
Lona.
Liar!
Bernick.
Ah!
Mrs. Bernick.
Oh God! oh God!
Johan.
[Goes towards him with uplifted arm.] You dare to!
Lona.
[Keeping him back.] Don't strike him, Johan.
Rörlund.
Yes, yes; assault me if you like. But the truth shall out; and this is the truth. Consul Bernick has said so himself; it is notorious to the whole town.—Now, Dina, now you know him.
[A short pause.
Johan.
[Softly seizing Bernick's arm.] Karsten, Karsten, what have you done?
Mrs. Bernick.
[Softly, in tears.] Oh, Karsten, that I should bring all this shame upon you!
Sandstad.
[Enters hastily from the right, and says, with his hand still on the door-handle.] You must really come
