Lona: Ugh? Why, surely isn't that--? (Points at HILDAR and asks
the others): Is he still loafing about here saying "Ugh"?

Hilmar: I do not loaf; it is the state of my health that keeps me
here.

Rorlund: Ahem! Ladies, I do not think--

Lona (who has noticed OLAF): Is he yours, Betty? Give me a paw,
my boy! Or are you afraid of your ugly old aunt?

Rorlund (putting his book under his arm): Ladies, I do not think
any of us is in the mood for any more work today. I suppose we
are to meet again tomorrow?

Lona (while the others are getting up and taking their leave):
Yes, let us. I shall be on the spot.

Rorlund: You? Pardon me, Miss Hessel, but what do you propose to
do in our Society?

Lona: I will let some fresh air into it, Mr. Parson.


ACT II

SCENE.--The same room. MRS. BERNICK is sitting alone at the work-
table, sewing. BERNICK comes in from the right, wearing his hat
and gloves and carrying a stick.)