Bernick.
Ah! Then it was—to no purpose[Rushes to the door of his office, tears it open, and calls in.] Krap, stop the Indian Girl! She mustn't sail to-night!
Krap.
[Inside.] The Indian Girl is already standing out to sea, Consul.
Bernick.
[Shuts the door and says feebly.] Too late—and all for nothing.
Lona.
What do you mean?
Bernick
Nothing, nothing. Leave me alone!
Lona.
H'm. Listen, Karsten. Johan told me to tell you that he leaves in my keeping the good name he once lent you, and also that which you stole from him while he was far away. Johan will be silent; and I can do or let alone in this matter as I will. See, I hold in my hand your two letters.
Bernick.
You have them! And now—now you will—this very night perhaps—when the procession
Lona.
I did not come here to unmask you, but to try if I could not move you to throw off the mask of your own accord. I have failed. Remain standing in the lie. See; I tear your two letters to shreds. Take the pieces; here they are. Now, there is
