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 Wangel. No, I daresay not.

Arnholm.

Oh well,—perhaps Boletta.—Yes, I should have known Boletta.

Wangel.

Scarcely, I think. Let me see, it's eight or nine years since you saw her last. Ah yes, there has been many a change here since then.

Arnholm.

[Looking about him.] I should hardly say so. Except that the trees have grown a bit—and you have planted a new arbour there

Wangel. Oh no, outwardly I daresay.

Arnholm.

[Smiles.] And now, of course, you have two grown-up daughters in the house.

Wangel. Oh, only one grown-up, surely.

Hilda. [Half-aloud.] Just listen to father!

Wangel.

And now suppose we sit in the verandah. It's cooler there than here. Come along.

Arnholm. Thanks, thanks, my dear Doctor.

[They go up the steps. Wangel gives Arnholm the rocking-chair.