Bernick.
Well, he has a farm over there, that doesn’t seem to be very flourishing; and she mentioned yesterday that they had to travel second-class——
Mrs. Bernick.
Yes, I was afraid it must be something of that sort. But that she should have come with him! She! After the terrible way she insulted you——!
Bernick.
Oh, don’t think of those old stories.
Mrs. Bernick.
How can I think of anything else? He is my own brother——; and yet it is not of him that I think, but of all the unpleasantness it will bring upon you. Karsten, I am so dreadfully afraid that——
Bernick.
What are you afraid of?