Mrs. Bernick.
He? Johan! Surely we have sad cause to know that——
Lona.
Oh, deuce take that foolish old story? Where is Bernick? I want to speak to him.
Mrs. Bernick.
Lona, you shall not do it, I tell you!
Lona.
I shall do it. If the boy likes her, and she him, why then they shall make a match of it. Bernick is such a clever man; he must manage the thing——
Mrs. Bernick.
And you think that these American infamies will be tolerated here——