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Mrs. Bernick.
Oh, listen to me
!Bernick.
Why did you not watch over him? Now I have lost him. Give him back to me, if you can!
Mrs. Bernick.
I can, I can; I have him!
Bernick.
You have him!
The Men.
Ah!
Hilmar.
Ah, I thought so.
Martha.
Now you have him again, Karsten.
Lona.
Yes; now win him as well.
Bernick.
You have him! Can this be true? Where is he?
Mrs. Bernick.
I shall not tell you until you have forgiven him.
Bernick.
Oh, forgiven, forgiven
! But how did you come to know ?Mrs. Bernick.
Do you think a mother has no eyes? I was in mortal terror lest you should hear of it. A few words he let fall yesterday
; and his room