Why, what do you mean, Lona?
Lona.
Of course I mean John; I have no other boy but John, that I know of—or Johan, as you call him.
Mrs. Bernick.
Johan——!
Mrs. Rummel.
[Aside to Mrs. Lynge.] The prodigal brother.
Bernick.
[Hesitatingly.] Is Johan with you?
Lona.