Bernick.
Bernick (shutting the door and speaking faintly): Too late--and
all to no purpose--
Lona: What do you mean?
Bernick: Nothing, nothing. Leave me alone!
Lona: Hm!--look here, Karsten. Johan was good enough to say that
he entrusted to me the good name and reputation that he once lent
to you, and also the good name that you stole from him while he
was away. Johan will hold his tongue; and I can act just as I
please in the matter. See, I have two letters in my hand.
Bernick: You have got them! And you mean now--this very evening-
perhaps when the procession comes--
Lona: I did not come back here to betray you, but to stir your
conscience so that you should speak of your own free will. I did
not succeed in doing that--so you must remain as you are, with
your life founded upon a lie. Look, I am tearing your two letters
in pieces. Take the wretched things--there you are. Now there is no
evidence against you, Karsten. You are safe now; be happy, too--if
you can.
Bernick (much moved): Lona--why did you not do that sooner!
Now it is too late; life no longer seems good to me; I cannot
live on after today.
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