Lona.
Old friendship does not rust.
Bernick.
Lona!
Lona.
When Johan told me all that about the lie, I swore to myself: The hero of my youth shall stand free and true.
Bernick.
Oh, how little has a pitiful creature like me deserved this of you!
Lona.
Yes, if we women always asked for deserts, Karsten——!