Johan: I should think so!

Lona: Well, look at her to some purpose, my boy. That would be
somebody for you!

Mrs. Bernick: But, Lona!

Johan: Somebody for me?

Lona: Yes, to look at, I mean. Be off with you!

Johan: Oh, I don't need any pressing. (Goes down into the
garden.)

Mrs. Bernick: Lona, you astound me! You cannot possibly be
serious about it?

Lona: Indeed I am. Isn't she sweet and healthy and honest? She is
exactly the wife for Johan. She is just what he needs over there;
it will be a change from an old step-sister.

Mrs. Bernick: Dina? Dina Dorf? But think--

Lona: I think first and foremost of the boy's happiness. Because,
help him I must; he has not much idea of that sort of thing; he
has never had much of an eye for girls or women.

Mrs. Bernick: He? Johan? Indeed I think we have had only too sad
proofs that--