(They draw back
all the curtains. The whole street is seen to be illuminated. Opposite
the house is a large transparency, bearing the words: "Long live
Karsten Bernick, Pillar of our Society ")
Bernick (shrinking back): Take all that away! I don't want to see it!
Put it out, put it out!
Rummel: Excuse me, Mr. Bernick, but are you not well?
Martha: What is the matter with him, Lona?
Lona: Hush! (Whispers to her.)
Bernick: Take away those mocking words, I tell you! Can't you see that
all these lights are grinning at us?
Rummel: Well, really, I must confess--
Bernick: Oh, how could you understand--! But I, I--! It is all like
candles in a dead-room!
Rummel: Well, let me tell you that you are taking the thing a great
deal too seriously.
Sandstad: The boy will enjoy a trip across the Atlantic, and then you
will have him back.
Vigeland: Only put your trust in the Almighty, Mr. Bernick.
Rummel: And in the vessel, Bernick; it is not likely to sink, I know.
Krap: Hm--
Rummel: Now if it were one of those floating coffins that one hears are
sent out by men in the bigger countries--
Bernick: I am sure my hair must be turning grey--
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