LONA. Why did you jump out at the window?—Where are you going? OLAF. Sh, don’t tell, auntie. I’m going to Uncle Johan; only down to the pier, you know;—just to say good-bye to him. Good-night, auntie! [_He runs out through the garden._ LONA. No! stop! Olaf!—Olaf! JOHAN TÖNNESEN, _in travelling dress, with a bag over his shoulder, steals in by the door on the right._ JOHAN. Lona! LONA. [_Turning._] What! You here again? JOHAN. There are still a few minutes to spare. I must see her once more. We cannot part so. MARTHA _and_ DINA, _both wearing cloaks, and the latter with a small travelling-bag in her hand, enter by the second door on the left._ DINA. I must see him! I must see him! MARTHA. Yes, you shall go to him, Dina! DINA. There he is! JOHAN. Dina! DINA. Take me with you! JOHAN. What——! LONA. You will go? DINA. Yes, take me with you. The other has written to me, saying that this evening it is to be announced to every one—— JOHAN. Dina—you do not love him? DINA. I have never loved that man. I would rather be at the bottom of the fjord than be engaged to him! Oh, how he seemed to make me grovel before him yesterday with his patronising phrases! How he made me feel that he was stooping to an abject creature! I will not be looked down upon any more. I will go away. May I come with you? JOHAN. Yes, yes—a thousand times yes! DINA. I shall not be a burden on you long. Only help me to get over there; help me to make a start—— JOHAN. Hurrah! We shall manage all that, Dina! LONA. [_Pointing to the Consul’s door._] Hush! not so loud! JOHAN. Dina, I will take such care of you. DINA. No, no, I won’t have that. I will make my own way; I shall manage well enough over there. Only let me get away from here. Oh, those women—you don’t know—they have actually written to me to-day, exhorting me to appreciate my good fortune, impressing upon me what magnanimity he has shown. To-morrow, and every day of my life, they would be watching me to see whether I showed myself worthy of it all. I have a horror of all this propriety! JOHAN. Tell me, Dina, is that your only reason for coming? Am I nothing to you?