Yes, yes; that is temptation, my dear Miss Bernick. You must bar the door against such an unquiet guest. The stormy sea—of course you do not mean that literally; you mean the great billowing world, where so many go to wreck. And do you really find so much to attract you in the life you hear rushing and surging outside? Just look out into the street. Look at the people in the sweltering sunshine, toiling and moiling over their paltry affairs! Ours, surely, is the better part, sitting here in the pleasant shade, and turning our backs toward the quarter from which disturbance might arise.
Martha.
Yes, no doubt you are quite right——
Rörlund.
And in a house like this—in a good and pure home, where the Family is seen in its fairest shape—where peace and unity reign——[To Mrs. Bernick.] What are you listening to, Mrs. Bernick?
Mrs. Bernick.
[Who has turned towards the door of the Consul’s room.] How loudly they are talking in there!
Rörlund.
Is anything particular going on?
Mrs. Bernick.