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 *—I mean calling on them, you know. If I could only find some pretext

Ballested.

Oh nonsense,—a pretext[Looks out to the left.] Confound it all! [Collects his things.] The steamer's alongside the pier already. I must be off to the hotel. Perhaps some of the new arrivals may require my services. For I practise as a hair-cutter and friseur, too, I must tell you.

Lyngstrand.

You seem to be very versatile.

Ballested.

One must know how to ac—climatise oneself to various professions in these small places. If you should ever require anything in the hair line—pomade or what not—you have only to ask for Dancing-Master Ballested.

Lyngstrand.

Dancing-Master

Ballested.

President of the Musical Society, if you prefer it. We give a concert up at the Prospect this evening. Good-bye, good-bye.

[He goes with his painting materials through the garden gate, and then out to the left.

Hilda comes out with the stool. Boletta brings more flowers. Lyngstrand bows to Hilda from the garden.

Hilda.

[By the balustrade, without returning the bow.] Boletta said you had ventured in to-day.