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 Boletta.

now and then, I suppose!

Wangel.

My dear child, it must be so. [He walks away.

Arnholm.

[Whispers.] I have something to say to you by-and-by, Boletta.

[He goes over to Wangel. They converse in a low tone by the door.

Ellida.

[Softly to Boletta.] What was the matter with Hilda? She seemed quite beside herself!

Boletta.

Have you never seen what Hilda has been thirsting for, day after day?

Ellida.

Thirsting for?

Boletta.

Ever since you came into the house!

Ellida.

No, no,—what is it?

Boletta.

One word of affection from you.

Ellida.

Ah! What if there were work for me to do here!