ABEL. Your eyes are so full of color and brilliancy! What? Is is possible—? And so pale? Bertha!
BERTHA. I must go out to my guests.
ABEL. Tell me, are Carl and Östermark here?
BERTHA. Both are out in the orchard.
ABEL. And Mrs. Hall and the girls?
BERTHA. Mrs. Hall will come litter, but the girls are in my room.
ABEL. I'm afraid that our scheme of revenge will fall as flat as a pancake.
BERTHA. No, not this—not this one!
[Willmer enters with a bouquet of flowers. He goes to Bertha, kisses her hand, and gives her the bouquet.]
WILLMER. Forgive me! For my love's sake!