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Aune enters from the right.
Aune.
Asking your pardon, Consul, might I speak to you?
Bernick.
[Turns angrily.] What do you want?
Aune.
I wanted, if I might, to ask you a question, Consul Bernick.
Bernick.
Well, well; be quick. What is it about?
Aune.
I wanted to know if you're still determined—firmly determined—to turn me adrift if the Indian Girl should not be ready for sea to-morrow?
Bernick.
What now? The ship will be ready for sea.
Aune.
Yes—she will. But supposing as she wasn't—should I have to go?
Bernick.
Why ask such useless questions?
Aune.
I want to make quite sure, Consul. Just answer me: should I have to go?
Bernick.
Am I in the habit of changing my mind?
