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 Boletta.

Well, Ballested,—can you get it to run?

Ballested.

Oh yes, Miss Boletta. It's easy enough.—May I ask if you are expecting visitors to-day?

Boletta.

Yes, we expect Mr. Arnholm this morning. He came to town last night.

Ballested.

Arnholm? Wait a moment—wasn't Arnholm the name of the tutor you had here some years ago?

Boletta.

Yes; it is he that is coming.

Ballested.

Ah, indeed. So he is in these parts again?

Boletta.

That is why we want the flag run up.

Ballested.

Ah, I see, I see.

[Boletta goes into the garden-room again.

Shortly afterwards, Lyngstrand comes along the road from the right, and stops, interested by the sight of the easel and painter's materials. He is a slightly-built young man, of delicate appearance, poorly but neatly dressed.

Lyngstrand.

[Outside, by the hedge.] Good morning.