Bernick.
Ah! Then it was—to no purpose——[Rushes to the door of his office, tears it open, and calls in.] Krap, stop the Indian Girl! She mustn’t sail to-night!
Krap.
[Inside.] The Indian Girl is already standing out to sea, Consul.
Bernick.
[Shuts the door and says feebly.] Too late—and all for nothing.
Lona.
What do you mean?
Bernick.
Nothing, nothing. Leave me alone——!