Bernick.
[Wiping his forehead.] Yes; it really is rather oppressive in here.
Lona.
Wait a moment—we'll soon rise from the sepulchre. [Draws back the curtains.] We must have broad daylight here when my boy comes. Ah—then you shall see a boy that has washed himself
Hilmar.
Ugh!
Lona.
[Opens the door and the windows.] when he has washed himself, I mean—up at the hotel—for on board the steamer you get as dirty as a pig.
Hilmar.
Ugh, ugh!
Lona.
"Ugh"? Why if that isn't! [Points to Hilmar, and asks the others.] Does he still loaf about here saying "ugh" to everything?
Hilmar.
I do not loaf; I remain here by my doctor's orders.
Rörlund.
Ahem—ladies, I hardly think that
Lona.
[Catches sight of Olaf.] Is this your youngster, Betty? Give us your fist, my boy! Or are you afraid of your ugly old aunt?
Rörlund.
[Putting his book under his arm.] I do not think, ladies, that we are quite in the mood for
