Mrs. Bernick: I shall not tell you, till you have forgiven him.
Bernick: Forgiven! But how did you know--?
Mrs. Bernick: Do you not think a mother sees? I was in mortal fear of your getting to know anything about it. Some words he let fall yesterday--and then his room was empty, and his knapsack and clothes missing...
Bernick: Yes, yes?
Mrs. Bernick: I ran, and got hold of Aune; we went out in his boat; the American ship was on the point of sailing. Thank God, we were in time--got on board--searched the hold--found him! Oh, Karsten, you must not punish him!
Bernick: Betty!
Mrs. Bernick: Nor Aune, either!
Bernick: Aune? What do you know about him? Is the "Indian Girl" under sail again?
Mrs. Bernick: No, that is just it.
Bernick: Speak, speak!