Johan Tönnesen, in travelling dress, with a bag over his shoulder, steals in by the door on the right.
Johan.
Lona!
Lona.
[Turning.] What! You here again?
Johan.
There are still a few minutes to spare. I must see her once more. We cannot part so.
Martha and Dina, both wearing cloaks, and the latter with a small travelling-bag in her hand, enter by the second door on the left.
Dina.
I must see him! I must see him!