Bernick.
There you see! And they have, of course, found nothing to complain of?
Krap.
Consul, you know very well how such inspections are conducted, especially in a yard that has such a name as ours.
Bernick.
No matter; it relieves us of all reproach.
Krap.
Could you really not read in Aune's face, Consul?
Bernick.
Aune has entirely satisfied me, I tell you.
Krap.
And I tell you I am morally convinced
Bernick.
What does this mean, Mr. Krap? I know very well that you have a grudge against the man; but if you want to attack him, you should choose some other opportunity. You know how essential it is for me—or rather for the owners—that the Indian Girl should sail to-morrow.
Krap.
Very well; so be it; but if ever we hear of that ship again—h'm!
Vigeland enters from the right.
Vigeland.
How do you do, Consul? Have you a moment to spare?
