Oh, these women!--you don't know--they have written to
me today, too--exhorting me to realise my good fortune--
impressing on me how magnanimous he has been. Tomorrow, and every
day afterwards, they would be watching me to see if I were making
myself worthy of it all. I am sick and tired of all this
goodness!
Johan: Tell me, Dina--is that the only reason you are coming
away? Am l nothing to you?
Dina: Yes, Johan, you are more to me than any one else in the
world.
Johan: Oh, Dina--!
Dina: Every one here tells me I ought to hate and detest you--
that it is my duty; but I cannot see that it is my duty, and
shall never be able to.
Lona: No more you shall, my dear!
Martha: No, indeed you shall not; and that is why you shall go
with him as his wife.
Johan: Yes, yes!
Lona: What? Give me a kiss, Martha. I never expected that from
you!
Martha: No, I dare say not; I would not have expected it myself.
But I was bound to break out some time! Ah, what we suffer under
the tyranny of habit and custom! Make a stand against that, Dina.
Be his wife. Let me see you defy all this convention.
Johan: What is your answer, Dina?
Dina: Yes, I will be your wife.
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