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 Hilda.

[Mutters.] The beast!

Wangel.

[In painful embarrassment, to Ellida.] H'm. Well, you see—I must tell you, my darling Ellida

Ellida.

[Interrupting.] Come along, girls! Let us put my flowers in water, with the others.

[She goes up on to the verandah.

BOLETTA.

[Softly to Hilda.] She is really good after all, you see.

Hilda.

[Half aloud, looking angry.] Monkey-tricks! She's only putting it on to please father.

Wangel.

[Up on the verandah, presses Ellida's hand.] Thank you—thank you! I thank you from my heart for this, Ellida.

Ellida.

[Arranging the flowers.] Oh, nonsense,—why should I not join with you in keeping—mother's birthday?

Arnholm.

H'm!

[He goes up to Wangel and Ellida. Boletta and Hilda remain below in the garden.