Dina.
I shall not be a burden on you long. Only help me to get over there; help me to make a start——
Johan.
Hurrah! We shall manage all that, Dina!
Lona.
[Pointing to the Consul’s door.] Hush! not so loud!
Johan.
Dina, I will take such care of you.[you.]
Dina.
No, no, I won’t have that. I will make my own way; I shall manage well enough over there. Only let me get away from here. Oh, those women—you don’t know—they have actually written to me to-day, exhorting me to appreciate my good fortune, impressing upon me what magnanimity he has shown. To-morrow, and every day of my life, they would be watching me to see whether I showed myself worthy of it all. I have a horror of all this propriety!