Lona.
What? I must kiss you for that, Martha! I didn't expect this of you.
Martha.
No, I daresay not; I didn't expect it myself. But sooner or later the crisis was bound to come. Oh, how we suffer here, under this tyranny of custom and convention! Rebel against it, Dina! Marry him. Show that it is possible to set this use-and-wont at defiance!
Johan.
What is your answer, Dina?
Dina.
Yes, I will be your wife.
Johan.
Dina!
Dina.
But first I will work, and become something for myself, just as you are. I will give myself; I will not be simply taken.
Lona.
Right, right! So it should be.
Johan.
Good; I shall wait and hope
Lona.
and win too, boy. But now, on board.
Johan.
Yes, on board! Ah, Lona, my dear, a word with you; come here
[He leads her up towards the back and talks rapidly to her.
