Dina.
No, no, I won't have that. I will make my own way; I shall manage well enough over there. Only let me get away from here. Oh, those women—you don't know—they have actually written to me to-day, exhorting me to appreciate my good fortune, impressing upon me what magnanimity he has shown. To-morrow, and every day of my life, they would be watching me to see whether I showed myself worthy of it all. I have a horror of all this propriety!
Johan.
Tell me, Dina, is that your only reason for coming? Am I nothing to you?
Dina.
Yes, Johan, you are more to me than any one else in the world.
Johan.
Oh, Dina!
Dina.
They all tell me that I must hate and detest you; that it is my duty. But I don't understand all this about duty; I never could understand it.
Lona.
And you never shall, my child!
Martha.
No, you shall not; and that is why you must go with him, as his wife.
Johan.
Yes, yes!
