Martha.
Yes, yes, you are right. You have only to remain as you are—true and faithful to yourself.
Dina.
That I will, Aunt Martha.
Lona.
[Puts in her pocket some papers which Johan has given her.] Good, good, my dear boy. But now, away.
Johan.
Yes, now there's no time to be lost. Good-bye, Lona; thanks, thanks for all you have been to me. Good-bye, Martha, and thanks to you too for your faithful friendship.
Martha.
Good-bye, Johan! Good-bye, Dina! And happiness be over all your days!
[She and Lona hurry them towards the door in the background. Johan Tönnesen and Dina go quickly out through the garden. Lona shuts the door and draws the curtain.
Lona.
Now we are alone, Martha. You have lost her, and I him.
Martha.
You—him?
Lona.
Oh, I had half lost him already over there. The boy longed to stand on his own feet; so I made him imagine that I was suffering from homesickness.
