That would be
somebody for you!
Mrs. Bernick: But, Lona!
Johan: Somebody for me?
Lona: Yes, to look at, I mean. Be off with you!
Johan: Oh, I don't need any pressing. (Goes down into the
garden.)
Mrs. Bernick: Lona, you astound me! You cannot possibly be
serious about it?
Lona: Indeed I am. Isn't she sweet and healthy and honest? She is
exactly the wife for Johan. She is just what he needs over there;
it will be a change from an old step-sister.
Mrs. Bernick: Dina? Dina Dorf? But think--
Lona: I think first and foremost of the boy's happiness. Because,
help him I must; he has not much idea of that sort of thing; he
has never had much of an eye for girls or women.
Mrs. Bernick: He? Johan? Indeed I think we have had only too sad
proofs that--
Lona: Oh, devil take all those stupid stories! Where is Karsten?
I mean to speak to him.
Mrs. Bernick: Lona, you must not do it, I tell you.
Lona: I am going to. If the boy takes a fancy to her--and she to
him--then they shall make a match of it. Karsten is such a clever
man, he must find some way to bring it about.
Mrs. Bernick: And do you think these American indecencies will be
permitted here?
Lona: Bosh, Betty!
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