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 Boletta. Why, of course, one doesn't marry a man who has been one's teacher!

Lyngstrand.

Don't you think a girl could possibly love her teacher?

Boletta.

Not after she is quite grown up.

Lyngstrand. Dear me! How odd!

Boletta. [Warningly.] Hush, hush!

[Ballested, who has meanwhile collected his things, carries them out through the garden to the right. Hilda helps him. Arnholm comes up into the verandah and enters the room.

Arnholm.

Good morning, my dear Boletta. Good morning Mr.Mr.h'm!

[He looks annoyed, and nods coldly to Lyngstrand, who rises and bows.

Boletta. [Rises and goes to Arnholm.] Good morning, Mr. Arnholm.

Arnholm. How are you all here to-day?

Boletta. Thanks, very well.