Hilmar.
I must say—ugh!
[Goes out upon the verandah.
Lona.
Why, what’s wrong with the man?
Bernick.
Oh, never mind him; he’s rather nervous just now. Should you like to take a look round the garden? You haven’t been down there yet, and I happen to have an hour to spare.
Lona.
Yes, I should like it very much; you may be sure my thoughts have often been with you all, here in the garden.
Mrs. Bernick.