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
HILMAR.
Why, this is——Betty, Betty!
BERNICK.
What now? Are they coming already?
HILMAR.
No, no; but I must speak to some one at once——
[_He goes out by the second door on the left._
LONA.
Karsten, you say we came to crush you. Then let me tell you what stuff
he is made of, this prodigal whom your moral society shrinks from as if
he were plague-stricken. He can do without you all, for he has gone
away.
BERNICK.
But he is coming back——
LONA.
Johan will never come back. He has gone for ever, and Dina has gone with
him.
BERNICK.
Gone for ever? And Dina with him?
LONA.
Yes, to be his wife. That is how these two strike your seraphic society
in the face, as I once——No matter!
BERNICK.
Gone!—she too! In the _Indian Girl_?
LONA.
No; he dared not entrust such a precious freight to a ship with so
ruffianly a crew. Johan and Dina have sailed in the _Palm Tree_.
BERNICK.
Ah! Then it was—to no purpose——[_Rushes to the door of his office, tears
it open, and calls in._] Krap, stop the _Indian Girl_! She mustn’t sail
to-night!
KRAP.
[_Inside._] The _Indian Girl_ is already standing out to sea, Consul.
BERNICK.
[_Shuts the door and says feebly._] Too late—and all for nothing.
LONA.
What do you mean?
BERNICK.
Nothing, nothing. Leave me alone——!
LONA.
H’m. Listen, Karsten. Johan told me to tell you that he leaves in my
keeping the good name he once lent you, and also that which you stole
from him while he was far away. Johan will be silent; and I can do or
let alone in this matter as I will. See, I hold in my hand your two
letters.
BERNICK.
You have them! And now—now you will—this very night perhaps—when the
procession——
LONA.
I did not come here to unmask you, but to try if I could not move you to
throw off the mask of your own accord. I have failed. Remain standing in
the lie. See; I tear your two letters to shreds. Take the pieces; here
they are. Now, there is nothing to bear witness against you, Karsten.
Now you are safe; be happy too—if you can.
BERNICK.
[_Profoundly moved._] Lona, why did you not do this before! It is too
late now; my whole life is ruined now; I cannot live after to-day.
LONA.
What has happened?
BERNICK.
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