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 Boletta.

Oh, you don't realise how selfish you are!

Lyngstrand.

Am I selfish? Good heavens! Oh, if you only knew me a little better. [Bends forward towards her.] Miss Wangel,—when I am gone,—and I shall be soon

Boletta.

[Looks at him sympathetically.] Oh don't get such melancholy thoughts into your head.

Lyngstrand.

I don't see that it is so very melancholy.

Boletta.

How do you mean?

Lyngstrand.

I shall be starting in about a month, first for home, and soon afterwards for the South.

Boletta.

Oh, I see. Yes, yes.

Lyngstrand.

Will you think of me now and then, Miss Wangel?

Boletta.

Yes, gladly.

Lyngstrand.

[Joyfully.] Oh, do you promise me that?

Boletta.

Yes, I promise.