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 BOLETTA.

[Comes forward to the steps.] Good-bye, good-bye, Mr. Lyngstrand. You must please excuse us for to-day.—But another time, when you have nothing better to do—and when you feel inclined,—I hope you'll look in and see father and—and the rest of us.

Lyngstrand.

Many thanks. I shall be only too delighted.

[He bows and goes out by the garden gate. As he passes along the road outside, to the left, he bows again towards the verandah.

Hilda.

[Under her breath.] Adieu, Mossyoo! My love to Mother Jensen.

Boletto[*Boletta].

[Softly, shakes her by the arm.] Hilda! You naughty child! Are you mad? He might easily hear you!

Hilda.

Pooh,—do you think I care?

Boletta. [Looks out to the right.] Here comes father.

Doctor Wangel, in travelling dress, and carrying a hand-bag, comes along the foot-path from the right

Wangel. Well, here I am again, little girls!

[He comes in through the gate

Boletta.

[Goes down to meet him in the garden.] Oh, I'm so glad you have come.