Ah——!
Mrs. Bernick.
Oh God! oh God!
Johan.
[Goes towards him with uplifted arm.] You dare to——!
Lona.
[Keeping him back.] Don’t strike him, Johan.
Rörlund.
Yes, yes; assault me if you like. But the truth shall out; and this is the truth. Consul Bernick has said so himself; it is notorious to the whole town.—Now, Dina, now you know him.
[A short pause.