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 Wangel.

That's right. Now you shall just sit quiet and have a good rest. You are looking rather tired after your journey.

Arnholm.

Oh, that's nothing. Now that I am here again

Boletta.

[To Wangel.] Shall we bring a little soda-water and syrup into the garden-room? It will soon be too warm out here.

Wangel.

Yes do, little girls. Soda-water and syrup. And perhaps a little cognac.

Boletta.

Cognac too?

Wangel.

Just a little. In case any one should care for it.

Boletta.

Very well. Hilda, will you take the hand-bag down to the surgery?

[Boletta goes into the garden-room and closes the door after her. Hilda takes the bag and, going through the garden, disappears behind the house to the left.

Arnholm.

[Who has been following Boletta with his eyes.] What a splendid girl—what splendid girls they have grown into!

Wangel. [Seats himself.] Yes, don't you think so?