BERNICK comes in from the garden, with a shawl thrown over her
head.)
Mrs. Bernick: Karsten, Karsten, do you know--?
Bernick: Yes. I know; but you--you, who see nothing that is going
on--you, who have no mother's eyes for your son--!
Mrs. Bernick: Listen to me, do!
Bernick: Why did you not look after him? Now I have lost him. Give him
back to me, if you can.
Mrs. Bernick: I can! I have got him.
Bernick: You have got him!
The Men: Ah!
Hilmar: Yes, I thought so.
Martha: You have got him back, Karsten.
Lona: Yes--make him your own, now.
Bernick: You have got him! Is that true? Where is he?
Mrs. Bernick: I shall not tell you, till you have forgiven him.
Bernick: Forgiven! But how did you know--?
Mrs. Bernick: Do you not think a mother sees? I was in mortal fear of
your getting to know anything about it. Some words he let fall
yesterday--and then his room was empty, and his knapsack and
clothes missing...
Bernick: Yes, yes?
Mrs. Bernick: I ran, and got hold of Aune; we went out in his boat;
the American ship was on the point of sailing. Thank God, we were in
time--got on board--searched the hold--found him! Oh, Karsten, you
must not punish him!
Bernick: Betty!
Mrs.
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