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 Lyngstrand.

But you remained?

Ballested.

I remained. And I have had no cause to regret it. You see in those days I was mainly employed as a scene-painter.

Boletta comes out with a rocking-chair, which she places in the verandah.

Boletta.

[Speaking into the garden-room.] Hilda,—see if you can find the embroidered footstool for father.

Lyngstrand.

[Approaches the verandah and bows.] Good morning, Miss Wangel.

Boletta.

[By the balustrade.] Ah, is that you, Mr. Lyngstrand? Good morning. Excuse me one moment.

[Goes into the house.

Ballested.

Do you know the family here?

Lyngstrand.

Very slightly. I have met the young ladies once or twice at other houses. And I had a little talk with Mrs Wangel the last time the band played up at the Prospect. She said I might come and see them.

Ballested.

I'll tell you what,—you ought to cultivate their acquaintance.

Lyngstrand.

Yes, I've been thinking of paying them a visit*