Bernick: No, but in any case Johan ought to have had sufficient
tact not to pay her any attention. I saw quite well, from his
face, what Vigeland thought of it.

Mrs. Bernick (laying her sewing down on her lap): Karsten, can
you imagine what his objective is in coming here?

Bernick: Well--I know he has a farm over there, and I fancy he is
not doing particularly well with it; she called attention
yesterday to the fact that they were obliged to travel second
class--

Mrs. Bernick: Yes, I am afraid it must be something of that sort.
But to think of her coming with him! She! After the deadly insult
she offered you!

Bernick: Oh, don't think about that ancient history.

Mrs. Bernick: How can I help thinking of it just now? After all,
he is my brother--still, it is not on his account that I am
distressed, but because of all the unpleasantness it would mean
for you. Karsten, I am so dreadfully afraid!

Bernick: Afraid of what?

Mrs. Bernick: Isn't it possible that they may send him to prison
for stealing that money from your mother?

Bernick: What rubbish! Who can prove that the money was stolen?