Rummel: What nonsense!--a good strong ship, newly repaired...
Vigeland (who has followed the others out of BERNICK'S room): And in your own yard, Mr. Bernick!
Bernick: I shall never see him again, I tell you. I have lost him, Lona; and--I see it now--he never was really mine. (Listens.) What is that?
Rummel: Music. The procession must be coming.
Bernick. I cannot take any part in it--I will not.
Rummel: What are you thinking of! That is impossible.
Sandstad: Impossible, Mr. Bernick; think what you have at stake.
Bernick: What does it all matter to me now? What have I to work for now?
Rummel: Can you ask? You have us and the community.
Vigeland: Quite true.