I shall never see him again, I tell you. I have lost him, Lona; and—I see it now—he has never been really mine. [Listens.] What is that?
Rummel.
Music. The procession is coming.
Bernick.
I cannot, I will not see any one!
Rummel.
What are you thinking of? It’s impossible——
Sandstad.
Impossible, Consul; think how much you have at stake.
Bernick.