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 Lyngstrand.

Solemnly, Miss Boletta?

Boletta.

Solemnly. [Changing her tone.] Oh, but what is the use of all this? Nothing can ever come of it.

Lyngstrand.

How can you say that? It would be such a joy to me to know that you were at home here thinking of me.

Boletta.

Yes, but what more?

Lyngstrand.

Well, I am not quite certain about anything more

Boletta.

Nor I. So many things stand in the way; every possible thing stands in the way, it seems to me.

Lyngstrand.

Oh, some miracle or other might happen. A happy turn of fate—or something of that sort. For I am convinced that fortune is on my side.

Boletta.

[With animation.] Yes, that is right! Surely ou think so!

Lyngstrand.

Yes, I am perfectly convinced of it. And then—in a few years—when I come home again a famous sculptor, with plenty of money, and as well as possible