Out with you, boy; don’t hang about indoors in the stuffy rooms; go down the garden and talk to Dina. JOHAN. Just what I was thinking of doing. MRS. BERNICK. But—— LONA. Listen, Johan; have you ever really looked at Dina? JOHAN. Yes; I should think I had. LONA. Well, you should look at her to some purpose. She’s the very thing for you. MRS. BERNICK. But, Lona——! JOHAN. The thing for me? LONA. Yes, to look at, I mean. Now go! JOHAN. Yes, yes; I don’t need any driving. [_He goes down the garden._ MRS. BERNICK. Lona, you amaze me. You cannot possibly be in earnest. LONA. Yes, indeed I am. Isn’t she fresh, and sound, and true? She’s just the wife for John. She’s the sort of companion he needs over there; a different thing from an old step-sister. MRS. BERNICK. Dina! Dina Dorf! Just think——! LONA. I think first and foremost of the boy’s happiness. Help him I must and will—he needs a little help in such matters; he has never had much of an eye for women. MRS. BERNICK. He? Johan! Surely we have sad cause to know that—— LONA. Oh, deuce take that foolish old story? Where is Bernick? I want to speak to him. MRS. BERNICK. Lona, you shall not do it, I tell you! LONA. I shall do it. If the boy likes her, and she him, why then they shall make a match of it. Bernick is such a clever man; he must manage the thing—— MRS. BERNICK. And you think that these American infamies will be tolerated here—— LONA. Nonsense, Betty—— MRS. BERNICK. ——that a man like Karsten, with his strict moral ideas—— LONA. Oh, come now, surely they’re not so tremendously strict as all that. MRS. BERNICK. What do you dare to say? LONA. I dare to say that I don’t believe Karsten Bernick is so very much more moral than other men. MRS. BERNICK. Do you still hate him, then, so bitterly? What _can_ you want here, since you have never been able to forget that——? I can’t understand how you dare look him in the face, after the shameful way you insulted him. LONA. Yes, Betty, I forgot myself terribly that time. MRS. BERNICK.