Good-bye, Johan! Good-bye, Dina! And happiness be over all your days!
[She and Lona hurry them towards the door in the background. Johan Tönnesen and Dina go quickly out through the garden. Lona shuts the door and draws the curtain.
Lona.
Now we are alone, Martha. You have lost her, and I him.
Martha.
You—him?
Lona.
Oh, I had half lost him already over there. The boy longed to stand on his own feet; so I made him imagine that I was suffering from home-sickness.
Martha.
That was it? Now I understand why you came. But he will want you back again, Lona.