Mrs. Bernick.
[Rising.] And you must excuse me for a moment, ladies; I think we had better take our coffee outside.
[She goes out to the verandah and begins arranging a table; Rörlund stands in the doorway talking to her. Hilmar sits outside smoking.
Mrs. Rummel.
[Softly.] Oh dear, Mrs. Lynge, how you frightened me!
Mrs. Lynge.
I?
Mrs. Holt.
Ah, but you began it yourself, Mrs. Rummel.
Mrs. Rummel.