Bernick: Do you think a man like Karsten, with his strictly
moral way of thinking--
Lona: Pooh! he is not so terribly moral.
Mrs. Bernick: What have you the audacity to say?
Lona: I have the audacity to say that Karsten is not any more
particularly moral than anybody else.
Mrs. Bernick: So you still hate him as deeply as that! But what
are you doing here, if you have never been able to forget that? I
cannot understand how you, dare look him in the face after the
shameful insult you put upon him in the old days.
Lona: Yes, Betty, that time I did forget myself badly.
Mrs. Bernick: And to think how magnanimously he has forgiven
you--he, who had never done any wrong! It was not his fault that
you encouraged yourself with hopes. But since then you have
always hated me too. (Bursts into tears.) You have always begrudged
me my good fortune. And now you come here to heap all this on my
head--to let the whole town know what sort of a family I have
brought Karsten into. Yes, it is me that it all falls upon, and
that is what you want. Oh, it is abominable of you! (Goes out by
the door on the left, in tears.
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