Hilmar: What?

Rorlund: I really must say--!

Mrs.Bernick: But what do you mean, Lona?

Lona: I mean John, of course; I have no other child, as far as I
know, but John, or Johan as you used to call him.

Mrs.Bernick: Johan--

Mrs.Rummel (in an undertone to MRS. LYNGE): The scapegrace
brother!

Bernick (hesitatingly): Is Johan with you?

Lona: Of course he is; I certainly would not come without him.
Why do you look so tragical? And why are you sitting here in the
gloom, sewing white things? There has not been a death in the
family, has there?

Rorlund: Madam,you find yourself in the Society for Fallen Women.

Lona (half to herself): What? Can these nice, quiet-looking
ladies possibly be--?

Mrs.Rummel: Well, really--!

Lona: Oh, I understand! But, bless my soul, that is surely Mrs.
Rummel? And Mrs. Holt sitting there too! Well, we three have not