Lona.
It was Dina that overshadowed you, Martha.
Martha.
It is well that she did. When he went away we were of the same age; when I saw him again—oh, that horrible moment—I realised that I was ten years older than he. He had lived out there in the bright, quivering sunshine, and drunk in youth and health at every breath; and here sat I the while, spinning and spinning——
Lona.
——the thread of his happiness, Martha.
Martha.
Yes, it was gold I spun. No bitterness! We have been two good sisters to him, Lona, have we not?
Lona.
[Embraces her.] Martha!