Oh, nonsense!
Bernick.
My house and home, my domestic happiness, my whole position in society—all these I owe to you.
Johan.
Well, I am glad of it, my dear Karsten; so some good came of that foolish story after all.
Bernick.
[Shaking his hands again.] Thanks, thanks, all the same! Not one in ten thousand would have done what you did for me then.
Johan.
Oh, nonsense! Were we not both of us young and a bit reckless? One of us had to take the blame upon him——
Bernick.