I don’t know. There is evidently some one with my husband.
Hilmar Tönnesen, with a cigar in his mouth, comes in by the door on the right, but stops on seeing so many ladies.
Hilmar.
Oh, I beg your pardon—— [Turning to go.
Mrs. Bernick.
Come in, Hilmar, come in; you are not disturbing us. Do you want anything?
Hilmar.
No, I just happened to be passing. Good-morning, ladies. [To Mrs. Bernick.] Well, what is going to come of it?
Mrs. Bernick.
Of what?