I shall not tell you until you have forgiven him.
Bernick.
Oh, forgiven, forgiven——! But how did you come to know——?
Mrs. Bernick.
Do you think a mother has no eyes? I was in mortal terror lest you should hear of it. A few words he let fall yesterday——; and his room being empty, and his knapsack and clothes gone——
Bernick.
Yes, yes——?
Mrs. Bernick.
I ran; I got hold of Aune; we went out in his sailing-boat; the American ship was on the point of sailing. Thank Heaven, we arrived in time—we got on board—we searched in the hold—and we found him. Oh, Karsten, you mustn’t punish him!
Bernick.