[Giggling joyously.] Caught, by Jove! My fish caught! She’ll go off with her second mate on the English steamer, and never come back any more. What a triumph for my bait!
[Picks up fishing tackle, and exit into the house in high good humour.
Scene II.—The deck of the English steamer. The vessel has got outside the shelter of the fiord, and is beginning to pitch a little in the long sea rollers. Mrs. Wangel is discovered groping her way cautiously up the companion in the darkness.
Mrs. Wangel.
This motion is very disagreeable—[The vessel gives a very heavy lurch]—most disagreeable! I wonder if I could speak to The Stranger now? Hilda said I ought to wait till we were out at sea. Oh! [The vessel gives another lurch.]
A Steward.
[Passing.] Did you call?
Mrs. Wangel.
No—er—that is, yes. Will you send Mr. Johnston to me.