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 Boletta.

Yes, yes; let us hope you will.

Lyngstrand.

You may be quite sure of it—if only you think faithfully and warmly of me while I am away in the South. And that you have promised to do.

Boletta.

Yes, I have. [Shakes her head.] But nothing will ever come of this, all the same.

Lyngstrand.

Yes, Miss Boletta, this at least will come of it, that I shall make the easier and quicker progress with my group.

Boletta.

Do you think so?

Lyngstrand.

Yes, I feel it within me. And I think it will be stimulating for you too,—here in this out-of-the-way place—to know that you are, as it were, helping me to create.

Boletta. [Looks at him.] Well—but you, on your side?

Lyngstrand. I?

Boletta.

[Looks out towards the garden.] Hush! Let us talk of something else; here comes Mr. Arnholm. [Arnholm is seen in the garden, on the left. He stops and speaks to Ballested and Hilda.