Yes, yes; I don’t need any driving.
[He goes down the garden.
Mrs. Bernick.
Lona, you amaze me. You cannot possibly be in earnest.
Lona.
Yes, indeed I am. Isn’t she fresh, and sound, and true? She’s just the wife for John. She’s the sort of companion he needs over there; a different thing from an old step-sister.
Mrs. Bernick.
Dina! Dina Dorf! Just think——!
Lona.
I think first and foremost of the boy’s happiness. Help him I must and will—he needs a little help in such matters; he has never had much of an eye for women.