The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 06 (of 11)Ibsen, Henrik
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The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 06 (of 11)
Ibsen, Henrik
Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906 -- Translations into English; Norwegian drama -- Translations into English
Impossible, I say; there is at least so much public spirit in our little
community——
HILMAR.
Here? Oh yes, you are an optimist, and judge others by yourself. But I
am a pretty keen observer, and I tell you there is not a person
here—except ourselves, of course—not _one_, I say, that holds high the
banner of the ideal. [_Up towards the back._] Ugh, there they are!
BERNICK.
Who?
HILMAR.
The two Americans. [_Looks out to the right._] And who is that with
them? Why, it’s the captain of the _Indian Girl_. Ugh!
BERNICK.
What can they want with _him_?
HILMAR.
Oh, it’s very appropriate company. They say he has been a slave-dealer
or a pirate; and who knows what that couple have turned their hands to
in all these years.
BERNICK.
I tell you, such innuendoes are utterly unjust.
HILMAR.
Yes, you are an optimist. But here we have them upon us again of course;
so I shall get away in time.
[_Goes towards the door on the left._
LONA HESSEL _enters from the right._
LONA.
What, Hilmar, am I driving you away?
HILMAR.
Not at all, not at all. I really oughtn’t to have been wasting time
here; I have something to say to Betty.
[_Goes out by the second door on the left._
BERNICK.
[_After a short pause._] Well, Lona?
LONA.
Well?
BERNICK.
What do you think of me to-day?
LONA.
The same as yesterday; a lie more or less——
BERNICK.
I must clear all this up. Where has Johan gone to?
LONA.
He will be here directly; he is talking to a man outside there.
BERNICK.
After what you heard yesterday, you can understand that my whole
position is ruined if the truth comes to light.
LONA.
I understand.
BERNICK.
Of course I need not tell you that _I_ was not guilty of the supposed
crime.
LONA.
Of course not. But who was the thief?
BERNICK.
There was no thief. There was no money stolen; not a halfpenny was
missing.
LONA.
What?
BERNICK.
Not a halfpenny, I say.
LONA.
But the rumour? How did that shameful rumour get abroad, that Johan——?
BERNICK.
Lona, I find I can talk to you as I can to no one else; I shall conceal
nothing from you. _I_ had my share in spreading the rumour.
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