Johan: Tell me, Dina--is that the only reason you are coming away? Am I nothing to you?
Dina: Yes, Johan, you are more to me than any one else in the world.
Johan: Oh, Dina--!
Dina: Every one here tells me I ought to hate and detest you--that it is my duty; but I cannot see that it is my duty, and shall never be able to.
Lona: No more you shall, my dear!
Martha: No, indeed you shall not; and that is why you shall go with him as his wife.
Johan: Yes, yes!
Lona: What? Give me a kiss, Martha. I never expected that from you!
Martha: No, I dare say not; I would not have expected it myself. But I was bound to break out some time! Ah, what we suffer under the tyranny of habit and custom! Make a stand against that, Dina. Be his wife. Let me see you defy all this convention.
Johan: What is your answer, Dina?