A return home is not always a joyful occasion.
Lona.
Indeed? Then how do you read your Bible, Pastor?
Rörlund.
I am not a clergyman.
Lona.
Oh; then you will be one, for certain.—But, pah!—this moral linen here has a tainted smell—just like a shroud. I’m accustomed to the air of the prairies now, I can tell you.
Bernick.
[Wiping his forehead.] Yes; it really is rather oppressive in here.
Lona.