What is the matter with him, Lona?
Lona.
Hush!
[Whispers to her.
Bernick.
Away with the mocking words, I say! Can you not see, all these lights are gibing at us?
Rummel.
Well, I must say——
Bernick.
Oh, you know nothing——! But I, I——! They are the lights in a dead-room!