Don’t ask me. And yet I _must_ live! I _will_ live—for Olaf’s sake. He shall restore all and atone for all—— LONA. Karsten——! HILMAR TÖNNESEN _again enters hurriedly._ HILMAR. No one to be found; all away; not even Betty! BERNICK. What is the matter with you? HILMAR. I daren’t tell you. BERNICK. What is it? You must and shall tell me. HILMAR. Well then——Olaf has run away in the _Indian Girl_. BERNICK. [_Staggering backwards._] Olaf—in the _Indian Girl_! No, no! LONA. Yes, it is true! Now I understand——I saw him jump out of the window. BERNICK. [_At the door of his room, calls out in despair._] Krap, stop the _Indian Girl_ at any cost! KRAP. [_Comes into the room._] Impossible, Consul. How should we be able to—— BERNICK. We _must_ stop her! Olaf is on board! KRAP. What! RUMMEL. [_Enters from the office._] Olaf run away? Impossible! SANDSTAD. [_Enters from the office._] They’ll send him back with the pilot, Consul. HILMAR. No, no; he has written to me. [_Showing the letter._] He says he’s going to hide among the cargo until they are fairly out to sea. BERNICK. I shall never see him again! RUMMEL. Oh, nonsense; a good stout ship, newly repaired—— VIGELAND. [_Who has also come in._]——and in your own yard, too, Consul. BERNICK. I shall never see him again, I tell you. I have lost him, Lona; and—I see it now—he has never been really mine. [_Listens._] What is that? RUMMEL. Music. The procession is coming. BERNICK. I cannot, I will not see any one! RUMMEL. What are you thinking of? It’s impossible—— SANDSTAD. Impossible, Consul; think how much you have at stake. BERNICK. What does it all matter to me now? Whom have I now to work for? RUMMEL. Can you ask? You have us and society. VIGELAND. Yes, very true. Sandstad. And surely, Consul, you don’t forget that we—— MARTHA _enters by the second door on the left. Music is heard, from far down the street._ MARTHA. Here comes the procession; but Betty is not at home; I can’t think where she—— BERNICK.