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Johan.
Isn't it? Well, what does it matter to me when once I am back again at my farm?
Bernick.
Then you are going back?
Johan.
Of course.
Bernick.
But not so very soon, I hope?
Johan.
As soon as possible. It was only to please Lona that I came over at all.
Bernick.
Indeed! How so?
Johan.
Well, you see, Lona is not so young as she once was, and for some time past a sort of home-sickness has come over her, though she would never admit it. [Smiling.] She dared not leave behind her a scapegrace like me, who, before I was out of my teens, had been mixed up in
Bernick.
And then?
Johan.
Well, Karsten, now I must make a confession I am really ashamed of.
Bernick.
You haven't told her the whole story?
