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 up. Hans! Can't you see by the look of him that his name is Hans?

Boletta.

[Whispers.] Do be good now! I warn you!

Lyngstrand enters from the right, a parasol in his hand.

Lyngstrand.

I must beg your pardon, young ladies, for not being able to keep up with you.

Hilda.

So you have got a parasol now?

Lyngstrand.

It's your mother's. She said I might use it for a stick, as I hadn't brought one with me.

Boletta.

Are they still down there? Father and the others?

Lyngstrand.

Yes. Your father went into the restaurant for a moment, and the others are sitting outside listening to the music; but they'll come up by-and-by, your mother said.

Hilda.

[Who is standing looking at him.] I suppose you are very tired now?

Lyngstrand.

Yes, I almost think I am a little tired. I really believe I must sit down a bit.

[He seats himself on a stone, in front to the right.