Rörlund.
Is it with your consent, Consul?
Bernick.
I know nothing about it. [Looking for his hat and gloves.] Excuse me; I am in a hurry; I am going up to the Trade Council.
Hilmar.
[Enters from the garden and goes over to the second door to the left.] Betty, Betty, come here!
Mrs. Bernick.
[In the doorway.] What is it?
Hilmar.
You must go down the garden and put a stop to the flirtation a certain person is carrying on with Miss Dina Dorf. It has made me quite nervous to listen to it.