Martha.
I will go with you, Dina.
[Dina and Martha go out by the second door on the left.
Mrs. Bernick.
[Rising.] And you must excuse me for a moment, ladies; I think we had better take our coffee outside.
[She goes out to the verandah and begins arranging a table; Rörlund stands in the doorway talking to her. Hilmar sits outside smoking.
Mrs. Rummel.
[Softly.] Oh dear, Mrs. Lynge, how you frightened me!
Mrs. Lynge.
I?
Mrs. Holt.
Ah, but you began it yourself, Mrs. Rummel.
Mrs. Rummel.
I? Oh, how can you say so, Mrs. Holt? Not a single word passed my lips.
Mrs. Lynge.
But what is the matter?
Mrs. Rummel.
How could you begin to talk about! Only think—didn't you see that Dina was in the room?
Mrs. Lynge.
Dina? Why, bless me! what has she to do with?
