Dina: Yes, I will be your wife.
Johan: Dina!
Dina: But first of all I want to work--to make something of myself--as you have done. I am not going to be merely a thing that is taken.
Lona: Quite right--that is the way.
Johan: Very well; I shall wait and hope--
Lona: And win, my boy! But now you must get on board!
Johan: Yes, on board! Ah, Lona, my dear sister, just one word with you. Look here-- (He takes her into the background and talks hurriedly to her.)
Martha: Dina, you lucky girl, let me look at you, and kiss you once more--for the last time.
Dina: Not for the last time; no, my darling aunt, we shall meet again.
Martha: Never! Promise me, Dina, never to come back! (Grasps her hands and looks at her.) Now go to your happiness, my dear child--across the sea. How often, in my schoolroom, I have yearned to be over there! It must be beautiful; the skies are loftier than here--a freer air plays about your head--