Lona.
Why do you only see this now?
Bernick.
Because I have been thinking much of late—since you came home—and most of all this evening.—Oh, Lona, why did I not know you through and through, then—in the old days?
Lona.
What then?
Bernick.
I should never have given you up; and, with you by my side, I should not have stood where I stand now.
Lona.
And do you never think what she might have been to you—she, whom you chose in my stead?