Rörlund.
May I ask what you mean by these words? What is it you want?
Johan.
I want the girl to whom you yesterday traduced me, to be my wife.
Rörlund.
Your? Can you imagine that?
Johan.
She shall be my wife.
Rörlund.
Well, then, you shall hear[Goes to the half-open door.] Mrs. Bernick, will you be kind enough to be a witnessAnd you too, Miss Martha. And bring Dina with you. [Sees Lona.] Ah, are you here, too?
Lona.
[In the doorway.] Shall I come?
Rörlund.
As many as will—the more the better.
Bernick.
What are you going to do?
Lona, Mrs. Bernick, Martha, Dina, and Hilmar Tönnesen come out of the room on the left.
Mrs. Bernick.
Doctor, nothing I can say will stop him from
Rörlund.
I shall stop him, Mrs. Bernick.—Dina, you are a thoughtless girl. But I do not blame you very
