Mrs. Holt.
Ah, how nice your coffee smells, my dear Dina. Such a cup of coffee in the forenoon
Mrs. Bernick.
[In the verandah.] The coffee is ready, ladies.
[Martha and Dina have meanwhile helped the servant to bring in the coffee things. All the ladies go out and sit down; they vie with each other in talking kindly to Dina. After a time she comes into the room and looks for her serving.
Mrs. Bernick.
[Out at the coffee-table.] Dina, don't you want?
Dina.
No, thanks; I don't care for any.
[She sits down to sew. Mrs. Bernick and Rörlund exchange a few words; a moment after, he comes into the room.
Rörlund.
[Goes up to the table, as if looking for something, and says in a low voice.] Dina.
Dina.
Yes.
Rörlund.
Why will you not come out?
Dina.
When I came with the coffee I could see by the strange lady's looks that they had been talking about me.
