Bernick: Yes, I am afraid it must be something of that sort.
But to think of her coming with him! She! After the deadly insult
she offered you!
Bernick: Oh, don't think about that ancient history.
Mrs. Bernick: How can I help thinking of it just now? After all,
he is my brother--still, it is not on his account that I am
distressed, but because of all the unpleasantness it would mean
for you. Karsten, I am so dreadfully afraid!
Bernick: Afraid of what?
Mrs. Bernick: Isn't it possible that they may send him to prison
for stealing that money from your mother?
Bernick: What rubbish! Who can prove that the money was stolen?
Mrs. Bernick: The whole town knows it, unfortunately; and you
know you said yourself.
Bernick: I said nothing. The town knows nothing whatever about
the affair; the whole thing was no more than idle rumour.
Mrs. Bernick: How magnanimous you are, Karsten!
Bernick: Do not let us have any more of these reminiscences,
please! You don't know how you torture me by raking all that up.
(Walks up and down; then flings his stick away from him.) And to
think of their coming home now--just now, when it is particularly
necessary for me that I should stand well in every respect with
the town and with the Press.
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