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 BOLETTA.

Father is coming from the surgery now. Shan't we all sit together in the garden-room?

Ellida.

Yes, let us.

Wangel, who has changed his clothes, comes with Hilda from the left, behind the house.

Wangel.

Well now, here I am, a free man! A glass of something cool wouldn't come amiss now.

Ellida.

Wait a moment.

[She returns to the arbour and brings out the bouquet.

Hilda.

Oh I say! All those lovely flowers! Where did you get them?

Ellida.

I got them from Lyngstrand the sculptor, my dear Hilda.

Hilda.

[Starting.] From Lyngstrand?

Boletta.

[Uneasily.] Has Lyngstrand been here—again?

Ellida.

[With a half-smile.] Yes. He came to bring this bouquet,—a birthday offering, you know.

Boletta.

[Glancing at Hilda.] Oh!