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 Boletta.

If she goes home to Skioldvik to-morrow, she will certainly never come back again.

Arnholm.

Why, my dear Boletta, what have you got into your head?

Boletta.

I am perfectly convinced of it. Just you wait! You shall see—she won't return. Not while Hilda and I are at home, at any rate.

Arnholm.

Hilda too?

Boletta.

Well, perhaps Hilda might not matter so much. She is hardly more than a child yet; and I believe in her heart she worships Ellida. But with me it is different, you see; a stepmother who is not so very much older than oneself

Arnholm.

My dear Boletta—you may not have so very long to wait before leaving home.

Boletta.

[Eagerly.] Do you think so? Have you spoken to father about it?

Arnholm.

Yes, I have done that too.

Boletta.

Well—and what did he say?