Bernick: And how did she take it?
Johan: Well, she thought, as was true, that as I knew I was
innocent nothing need prevent me from taking a trip over here
with her. But make your mind easy; Lona will let nothing out, and
I shall keep my mouth shut as I did before.
Bernick: Yes, yes I rely on that.
Johan: Here is my hand on it. And now we will say no more about
that old story; luckily it is the only mad prank either of us has
been guilty of, I am sure. I want thoroughly to enjoy the few
days I shall stay here. You cannot think what a delightful walk
we had this morning. Who would have believed that that little
imp, who used to run about here and play angels' parts on the
stage--! But tell me, my dear fellow, what became of her parents
afterwards?
Bernick: Oh, my boy, I can tell you no more than I wrote to you
immediately after you went away. I suppose you got my two
letters?
Johan: Yes, yes, I have them both. So that drunken fellow
deserted her?
Bernick: And drank himself to death afterwards.
Johan: And she died soon afterwards, too?
Bernick: She was proud; she betrayed nothing, and would accept
nothing.
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