Mrs. Bernick.
I allowed him to go for a walk with Dina.
Bernick.
H’m; that scatter-brained hussy, Dina——! How could she go and forthwith strike up a friendship with Johan——!
Mrs. Bernick.
Why, my dear Karsten, Dina has no idea——
Bernick.
Well, then, Johan at least should have had tact enough to take no notice of her. I could see Vigeland’s expressive glances.
Mrs. Bernick.
[Dropping her work into her lap.] Karsten, can you understand what has brought them home?